TUPPER'S 

PEOYERBIAL PHILOSOPHI 



A BOOK OF 



THOUGHTS AND ARGUMENTS, 

ORIGINALLY TREATED. 

ALSO, 

A THOUSAND LINES, AND OTHER POEMS. 



BY 

MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, A.M.,P.R.S.. 

OF CnKISTCIIURCn, OXFORD, 

aVthcr of "the crock of gold," etc. 
J^fvst anil Sccon"a .Setfeff. 

LATEST AMERICAN EDITION. 



AUBURN : 
ALDEN & MARKHAM, PUBLISHERS. 

No. C7 GENESEE-STREET, 

1848. 



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FIRST SERIES. 



Prefatory, 

The Words of Wisdom, 

Of Tnith in Things Falae, 

Of Anticipation, 

Of Hidden Uses, 

Of Compensation, 

Of Indirect Influences, 

Of Memory, 

The Dream of Ambition 

Of Subjection, 

Of Rest, 

OfHumiUty, 

OfPiide, 

Of Experience, 

Of Estimating Character: 

Of Hatred and Anger, 

Of Good in Things Evil 

Of Prayer, 

The Lord's Prayer, 

Of Discretion, 

Of Trifles, 

Of Recreation, 

The Train of Religion, 

Of a Trinity, 

Of Thinking, . 





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Of Speaking, 

Of Reading, 

Of Writing, . 

Of Wealth, 

Of Invention, 

Of Ridicule, 

Of Commendation, . 

Of Self- Acquaintance, 

Of Craelty to Animals, 

Of Friendship, . 

Of Love, 

Of Marriage, 

Of Education, 

Of Tolerance, . 

Of Sorrow, . 

Of Joy, 

Notes, • 



Introductory, 
Of Cheerfulness, 
Of Yesterday, 
Of To-Day, 
Of To-Morrow, 
Of Authorship, . 
Of Mystery, . 
Of Gifts, 
Of Beauty, . 
Of Fame, 
Of Flattery, . 
Of Neglect. 
■Of Contentment, 



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CONTENTS. 



Of Life, . 
Of Death, . 
Of Immortality, . 
Of Ideas, . 
Of Names, 
Of Things, . 
Of Faith, 
Of Honesty, . 
Of Society, 
Of Solitude, . 
The End, 
Notes, 



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Prologue, 

Sloth, 

Activity, 

Adventure, . 

The Song of Sixteen, 

Forty, 

The Song of Seventy, 

Nature's Nobleman, 

Never Give Up, 

The Sun, . 

The Moon, 

The Stars (I.), 

The Stars (II.), 

Forgive and Forget, . 

My Mind to Me a Kingdom is, 

Tarring Church, 



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Sonnet, on a Birth, . 
Duty, . 

Counsel, 

Home, . 

Byegones, . , 

Rule Britannia, . 

The Emigrant Ship, 

The Assurance of Horace, 

The Assurance of Ovid, 

Post-Letters, 

Society, 

On an Infant, . 

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PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

FIRST SERIES. 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



PREFATORY. 

Thoughts, tlmt have tarried in rny mind, and peopled its inner chambers, 
The sober children of reason, or desultory train of fancy ; 
Clear running wine of comlction, with the scum and the lees of specu- 
lation ; 
Corn from the sheaves of Science, with stubble from mine own garner ; 
Searchings after Truth, tliat have tracked her secret lodes. 
And come up again to the surface-world with a knowledge grounded 

deeper ; 
Arguments of high scope, that have soared to the keystone of heaven, 
And thence have swooped to their certain mark, as the falcon to its quany ; 
The fruits I have gathered of prudence, the ripened harvest of my musmgs, 
These commend I unto thee, O docile scholar of Wisdom, 
These I give to tliy gentle heart, thou lover of the right. 

What though a guilty man renew that hallowed theme, 
And strike with feebler hand the harp of Sirach's son ? 
What, though a youthful tongue take up that ancient 'parable, 
And utter faintly forth dark sayings as of old ? 

Sweet is the virgin honey, though the wild bee have stored it in a reed ; 
And bright the jewelled band, that circleth an Ethiop's arm ; 
Pure are the grains of gold in the turbid stream of Ganges, 
And fair the living flowers, that spring from the dull cold sod. 
Wherefore, thou gentle student, bend thine ear to my speech, 
For I also am as thou art ; our hearts can commune together ; 
To meanest matters will I stoop, for mean is the lot of mortal; 
I will rise to noblest themes, for the soul hath an heritage of glory : 

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The passions of puny man ; the majestic characters of God ; 

The feverish shadows of time, and the mighty substance of eternity. 

Commend thy mind unto candour, and grudge not as though thou hadst a 

teacher, 
Nor scorn angelic Truth for the sake of her evil herald ; 
Heed not him, but hear his words, and care not whence they come ; 
The viewless winds might whisper them, the billows roar them forth, 
The mean unconscious sedge sigh them in the ear of evening. 
Or the mind of pride conceive, and the mouth of folly speak them. 
Lo now, I stand not forth laying hold on spear and buckler, 
I come a man of peace, to comfort, not to combat ; 
With soft persuasive speech to charm thy patient ear, 
Giving the hand of fellowship, acknowledging the heart of sympathy : 
Let us walk together as friends in the shaded paths of meditation, 
Nor judgment set his seal until he hath poised his balance ; 
That the chastenings of mild reproof may meet umvitting error, 
And charity not be a stranger at the board that is spread for brothers. 



THE WORDS OF WISDOM. 

Few and precious are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter : 

To what shall their rarity be likened ? What price shall count their worth ? 

Perfect and much to be desired, and giving joy with riches, 

No lovely thing on earth can picture all their beauty. 

They be chance pearls, flung among the rocks by the sullen waters of 

Oblivion. 
Wliich Diligence loveth to gather, and hang round the neck of Memory ; 
They be white-winged seeds of happiness, wafted from the islands of the 

blessed. 
Which Thought carefully tendeth, in the kindly garden of the heart ; 
They be sproutings of an harvest for eternity, bursting through the tilth of 

time, 
Green promise of the golden wheat, that yieldeth angels' food ; 
They be drops of the crystal dew, which the wings of seraphs scatter, 
When on some brighter Sabbath, their plumes quiver most with delight ; 
Such, and so precious, are the words which the hps of Wisdom utter. 

Yet more, for the half is not said, of their might, and dignity, and value ; 
For live-giving be they and glorious, redolent of sanctity and heaven : 
As the fames of hallowed incense, that veil the throne of the Most High ; 
As the beaded bubbles that sparkle on the rim of the cup of Immortality ; 
As wreaths of the rainbow spray, from tlie pure cataracts of Truth. 
Such, and so precious, are the words which the hps of Wisdom utter. 

Yet once again, loving student, suffer the praises of thy teacher. 
For verily the sun of the mind, and the hfe of the heart, is Wisdom : 
She is pure and full of light, crowning gray hairs with lustre. 
And kindling the eye of youth with a lire not its own ; 
And her words, whereunto canst thou liken them ? for earth cannot show 
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They be grains of the diamond sand, the radiant iioor of heaven, 

Rising in sunny dust behind the chariot of God ; 

They be flashes of the day-spring from on high, shed from the windows 

of the skies ; 
They be streams of hvmg waters, fresh from the fountain of Intelhgence ; 
Such and so precious, are the words which the hps of Wisdom utter. 

For these shall guide thee well, and guard thee on thy way ; 

And wanting all beside, with these shalt thou be ricli : 

Though all around be woe, these shall make thee happy ; 

ThoiTgh all within be pain, these shall bring thee health ; 

Thy good shall grow into ripeness, thine evil wither and decay, 

And Wisdom's words shall sweetly charm thy doubtful into virtues : 

Meanness shall then be frugal care ; where shame was, thou art modest ; 

Cowardice riseth into caution, rashness is sobered into courage ; 

The wrathful spirit, rendering a reason, standeth justified in anger 

The idle hand hath fair excuse, propping the tlioughtful forehead. 

Life shall have no labyrinth but Ihy steps can track it. 

For thou hast a silken clue, to lead thee throvigh the darkness : 

The rampant Minotaur of ignorance shall perisli at thy coming, 

And thine enfranchised fellows hail thy white victorious sails. (') 

Wherefore, friend and scholar, hear the words of Wisdom ; 

Whether she speaketh to thy soul in the full chords of revelation ; 

In the teaching earth, or air, or sea ; in tlie still melodies of thought, 

Or, haply, in the humbler strains that would detain thee here. 



OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE, 

Error is a hardy plant ; it flourisheth in every soil ; 
In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolisli ; 
For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth ; 
Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some wholesome use : 
And the just man, enamoured of the right, is blinded by the speciousness 

of -wrong. 
And the prudent, perceiving an advantage, is content to overlook the harm. 
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, 



OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 13 

Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the iuiger of corruption : 
And if error cometh m Hke a flood, it mixeth with streams of truth, 
And the Adversary lovetli to have it so, for thereby many are decoyed. 
Pro\'idence is dark in its permissions ; yet one day, when all is known, 
The universe of reason shall acknowledge how just and good were they; 
For the wise man leaneth on his wisdom, and the righteous trusteth to his 

righteousness. 
And those who thirst for independence, are suffered to drink of disappoint- 
ment. 
Wherefore ? — to prove and humble them ; and to teach the idolaters of 

truth, 
Tluit it is but the ladder unto Him, on whom only they should trust. 

There is truth in the vvdldest sclieme that imaginative heat hath engen- 
dered, 
And a man may gather somewhat from the crudest theories of fancy : 
The alchemist laboureth in folly, but catcheth chance gleams of wisdom. 
And findeth out many inventions, though his crucible breed not gold ; 
The sinner, toying with Vvitchcraft, thinketh to delude Ms fellows, 
But there be very spirits of evil, and what if they come at his bidding ; 
He is a bold bad man who daretli to tamper with the dead ; 
For their v/hereabout lietli in a mystery — that vestibule leading to Eternity, 
The waiting-room for unclad ghosts, before the presence-chamber of their 

King: 
Mind may act upon mind, though bodies be far divided ; 
For the Hfe is in the blood, but souls communicate unseen : 
And the heat of an excited intellect, radiating to its fellows, 
Doth kindle dry leaves afar off, while the green wood around it is un- 

warmed. 
The dog may have a spirit as well as his brutal master ; 
A spirit to hve in happiness ; for why should he be robbed of his existence ? 
Hath he not a conscience of evil, a glimmer of moral sense. 
Love and hatred, courage and fear, and visible shame and pride ? 
There may be a future rest for the patient victims of the cruel ; 
And a season allotted for their bliss, to compensate for unjust suffermg. 
Spurn not at seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth ; 
And bev/are of seeming truths, that grow on the roots of error : 
For comely are the apples that spring from the Dead Sea's cursed shore : 
But within are they dust and ashes^ and tlie hand tliat plucked them shall 
rue it. 



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A frequent similar effect argueth a constant cause : 
Yet who hath counted the links that bind an omen to its issue ? 
Who hath expounded tlie law that rendereth calamities gregarious, 
Pressing down with yet more woes the heavy-laden mourner ? 
Who knowetii wherefore a monsoon should swell the sails of the prosper- 
ous, 
Blithely speeding on their course the children of good luck ? 
Who hath companioned a vision from the horn or ivory gate, (^) 
Or met an other's mind in his, and explained its presence ? 
There is a secret somewhat in antipathies ; and love is more than fancy ; 
Yea, and a palpable notice warneth of an instant danger ; 
For the soul hath its feelers, cobwebs floating on the wind, 
That catch events in their approach with sure and apt presentiment, 
So that some halo of attraction heraldeth a coming friend. 
Investing, in his likeness, the stranger that passed on before ; 
And while the word is in thy mouth, behold thy word fulfilled. 
And he of whom we spake can answer for hunself. 
O man, little hast thou learnt of truth in things most true. 
How therefore shall thy blindness wot of truth in things most false ? 
Thou hast not yet perceived the causes of life or motion ; 
How then canst thou define the subtle sympathies of mind ? 
For the spirit, sharpest and strongest when disease hath rent the body, 
Hath welcomed kindred spirits in nightly visitations, 
Or learnt from restless ghosts dark secrets of the living, 
And helped slow justice to her prey by the dreadful teaching of a dream. 

Verily, there is nothing so true, that the damps of error have not warp- 
ed it; 
Verily, there is nothing so false, that a sparkle of truth is not in it. 
For the enemy, the father of lies, the giant Upas of creation, 
Whose deadly shade hath blasted this once green garden of the Lord, 
Can but pervert the good, but may not create the evil ; 
He destroy eth, but cannot build ; for he is not antagonist deity : 
Mighty in his stolen power, yet is he a creature and a subject ; 
Not a maker of abstract wrong, but a spoiler of concrete right : 
The fiend hath not a royal crown ; he is but a prowling robber, 
Suffered, for some mysterious end, to haunt the King's highway ; 
And the keen sword he beareth, once was a simple ploughshare ; 
Yea, and his panoply of error ia but a distortion of the truth : 



OF ANTICIPATION. 15 

The sickle tliat once reaped righteousness, beaten from its useful curve, 
With axe, and spike, and bar, headeth the marauder's halbert. 
Seek not further, O man, to solve the dark riddle of sin ; 
Suffice it, that thine own bad heart is to thee thine origin of evil. 



OF ANTICIPATION. 

Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of tlie world. 
But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil ; 
And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy 

» head. 
Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched. 
The sting of pain and the edge of pleasure are blunted by long expectation. 
For the gall and tlie balm ahke are diluted in the waters of patience : 
And often thou sippest sweetness, ere the cup is dashed from thy lip ; 
Or drainest the gall of fear, while evil is passing by thy dwelling. 
A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment ; 
But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy witliin him : 
Yea, though the breath of disappointment should chill the sanguine heart, 
Speedily gloweth it again, warmed by the live embers of hope ; 
Though the black and heavy surge close above the head for a moment. 
Yet the happy buoyancy of Confidence riseth superior to Despair. 
Verily, evils may be courted, may be wooed and won by distrust ; 
For the wise Phpician of our weal loveth not an unbeheving spirit ; 
And to tliose giveth he good, who rely on his hand for good ; 
xVnd those leaveth he to evil, who fear, but trust him not. 
Ask for good, and hope it ; for the ocean of good is fathomless ; 
Ask for good, and have it ; for thy Friend would see thee happy : 
But to the timid heart, to the child of unbelief and dread, 
That leaneth on his own weak staff, and trusteth the sight of his eyes, 
The evil he feared shall come, for the soil is ready for the seed ; 
And suspicion hath coldly put aside the hand that was ready to help him ; 
Therefore look up, sad spirit, be strong, thou coward heart, 
Or fear will make thee wretched, though evil follow not behind : 
Cease to anticipate misfortune, — there are still many chances of escape ; 
But if it come, be courageous ; face it, and conquer thy calamity. 



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There is not an enemy so stout as to storm and take tlie fortress of the 

mind, 
Unless its infirmity turn traitor, and Fear unbar the gates. 
The valiant stfindeth as a rock, and the billows break upon him ; 
The timorous is a skiff unmoored, tost and mocked at by a ripple ; 
The valiant holdeth fast to 'good, till evil wrench it from him ; 
The timorous casteth it aside, to meet the worst half way : 
Yet oftentimes is evil but a braggart, that provoketh and will not fight ; 
Or the feint of a subtle fencer, Vv^ho measurcth his thrust elsewhere : 
Or perchance a bles.sing in a masque, sent to try thy trust, 
The precious smiting of a friend, whose frowns are all in love : 
Often the storm threateneth, but is driven to other climes, 
And the v/eak hath quailed in fear, while the firm hatli been glad in his 

confidence. 



OF HIDDEN USES. 

The sea-wort O floating on the weaves, or rolled up high along the shore, 
Ye counted useless and vile, heaping on it names of contempt : 
Yet hath it gloriously triumphed, and man been humbled in his ignorance, 
For health is in the freshness of its savour, and it cumbereth the beach 

with wealth ; 
Comforting the tossings of pain with its violet-tinctured essence, 
And by its humbler ashes enriching many proud. 
Be this then a lesson to thy soul, that thou reckon nothing worthless, 
Because thou heedest not its use, nor knowest the virtues thereof. 
And herein, as thou walkest by the sea, shall weeds be a type and an 

earnest 
Of the stored and uncounted riches lying hid in all creatures of God : 
There be flow^ers making glad the desert, and roots fattening the soil, 
And jewels in the secret deep, scattered among groves of coral. 
And comforts to crown all wishes, and aids unto every need. 
Influences yet unthought, and virtues, and many inventions, 
And uses above and around, which man hath not yet regarded. 
Not long to charm away disease, hath the crocus (*) yielded up its bulb, 
Nor the willow lent its bark, nor the nightshade its vanquished poison ; 



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Not long hath the twisted leaf, the fragrant gift of China, 

Nor that nutritious root, the boon of far Peru, 

Nor the many-coloured dahlia, nor the gorgeous flaunting cactus, 

Nor the multitude of fruits and flowers, ministered to hfe and luxury ; 

Even so, there be virtues yet unknown in the wasted foliage of the elm, 

In the sun-dried harebell of the downs, and the hyacinth drinkmg in the 

meadow, 
In the sycamore's winged fruit, and tlie facet-cut cones of the cedar ; 
And the pansy and bright geranium live not alone for beauty, 
Nor the waxen flower of the arbute, though it dieth in a day, 
Nor the sculptured crest of the fir, unseen but by the stars ; 
And the meanest weed of the garden serveth unto many uses, * 
The salt tamarisk, and juicy flag, the freckled orchis, and the daisy. 
The world may laugh at famine when forest-trees yield bread, 
When acorns give out fragi-ant drink, (^) and the sap of the Hnden is a3 

fatness : 
For every green herb, from the lotus to the darnel,' 
Is rich with delicate aids to help incurious man. 

Still, Mind is up and stirring, and pryeth in the comers of contrivance, 
Often from the dark recesses picking out bright seeds of truth : 
Know^ledge hatli chpped the lightning's wings, and mewed it up for a 

purpose. 
Training to some domestic task the fiery bird of heaven ; 
Tamed is the spirit of the storm, to slave in all peaceful arts, 
To walk with husbandry and science ; to stand in the vanguard against 

death : 
And the chemist balanceth his elements witli more than magic skill. 
Commanding stones that they be bread, and draining sweetness out of 

wormwood. 
Yet man, heedless of a God, counteth up vain reckonings. 
Fearing to be jostled and starved out, by the too prolific increase of his 

Idnd; 
And asketh, in unbelieving dread, for how few years to come 
Will the black cellars of the world yield unto him fuel for his whiter. 
Might not the wide-waste sea be pent within nan-ower bounds ? 
Might not the arm of diligence make the tangled wilderness a garden ? 
And for aught thou canst tefl, there may be a thousand methods 
Of comforting thy limbs in warmth, though thou kindle not a spark. 



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Feai* not, son of man, for thyself nor thy seed : — ^with a multitude is plenty ; 
God's blessing giveth increase, and with it larger than enough. 

Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings ; 

She seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality : 

The plant refresheth the air, and the earth filtereth the water, 

And dews are sucked into the cloud, dropping fatness on the world : 

She hath, on a mighty scale, the general use of all things ; 

Yet hath she specially for each its microscopic purpose : 

There is use in the prisoned air, that swelleth the pods of the laburnum ; 

Design in the venonied thorns, that sentinel the leaves of the nettle ; 

A final caitse for the aromatic gum, that congealeth the moss around a rose : 

A reason for each blade of grass, that reareth its small spire. 

How knoweth discontented man what a train of ills might follow, 

If the lowest menial of nature knew not her secret ofRce ? 

If the thistle never s]3rang up, to mock the loose husbandry of indolence. 

Or the pestilence never swept away an unknown curse from among men ? 

Would ye crush the buzzing myriads that float on the breath of the evening ? 

Would ye trample the creatures of God that people the rotting fruil ? 

Would ye suffer no mildew forest to stain the unhealthy wall, 

Nor a noisome savour to exhale from the pool that breedeth disease ? 

Pain is useful unto man, for it teacheth him to guard his life, 

And the fetid vapours of the fen warn him to fly from danger : 

And the meditative mind, looking on, winneth good food for its hunger, 

Seeing the wholesome root bring forth a poisonous berry ; 

For otherwhile falleth it out that truth, driven to extremities, 

Yieldeth bitter folly as the spoilt fruit of wisdom. 

O, blinded is thine eye, if it see not just aptitude in all things ; 

O, frozen is thy heart, if it glow not with gratitude for all things : 

In the perfect circle of creation not an atom could be spared. 

From earth's magnetic zone to the bmdweed round a hawthorn. 

The sage, and the beetle at his feet, hath each a ministration to perform ; 
The brier and the palm have the wages of life, rendering secret service. 
Neither is it tlius alone with the definite existences of matter ; 
But motion and sound, circumstance and quality, yea, all things have their 

office. 
The zephyr playing with an aspen leaf,— the earthquake that rendeth a 

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OF COMPENSATION. 19 

The moonbeam silvering a mined arch, — the desert wave dashing up a 

pyramid ; 
The thunder of jarring icebergs, — the stops of a shepherd's pipe ; 
The howl of the tiger in the glen, — and the wood-dove calling to her mate ; 
The vulture's cruel rage, — the grace of the stately swan ; 
The fierceness looking from the lynx's eye, and the dull stupor of the sloth ; 
To these, and to all, is there added each its use, though man considereth 

it lightly ; 
For Power hath ordained nothing which Economy saw not needful. 

All things being are essential to the vast ubiquity of God ; 

Neither is there one thing overmuch, nor freed from honourable servitude. 

Were there not a need-be of wisdom, nothing would be as it is ; 

For essence without necessity argueth a moral weakness. 

We look through a glass darkly, we catch but glimpses of truth ; 

But, doubtless, the sailing of a cloud hath Providence to its pilot, 

Doubtless, the root of an oak is gnarled for a special purpose, 

The foreknown station of a rush is as fixed as the station of a king. 

And chaff from the hand of a winnower, steered as the stars in their courses. 

Man liveth only in himself, but the Lord liveth in all things ; 

And his pervading unity quickeneth the whole creation. 

Man doeth one thing at once, nor can he think two thoughts together ; 

But God compasseth all things, mantling the globe like air : 

And we render homage to His wisdom, seeing use in all His creatures, 

For, perhance, the universe would die, were not all tilings as they are. 



OF COMPENSATION. 

Equal is the government of heaven in allotting pleasures among men, 
And just the everlasting law, that hath wedded happiness to virtue : 
For verily on all things else broodeth disappointment with care, 
That childish man may be taught the shallowness of earthly enjoyment. 
Wherefore, ye that have enough, envy ye the rich man his abundance ? 
Wherefore, daughters of affluence, covet ye the cottager's content? 
Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God, 
And none may choose or refuse the cup his wisdom mixeth. 



20 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

The poor man rcjoicetli at his toil, and his daily bread is sweet to him : 
Content with present good, he looketh not for evil to the future : 
The rich man languishetli with sloth, and findeth pleasure in nothing, 
He locketli up care with his gold, and feareth the fickleness of fortune. 
Can a cup contain within itself the measure of a bucket ? 
Or the straitened appetites of man drink more than tlieir fill of luxury ? 
There is a limit to enjoyment, though tlie sources of wealth be boundless ; 
And the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation. 

Also though penury and pain be real and bitter evils, 

T would reason witli the poor afilicted, for he is not so wretched as he 

soemeth. 
What right hath an offender to complain, tliough others escape punishment. 
If the stripes of earned misfortune overtake him in his sin ? 
Wlierefore not endure with resignation the evils thou canst not avert ? 
For the coward pain will flee, if thou meet him as a man : 
Consider, whatever be thy fate, that it might and ought to have been worse, 
And that it hetli in thy hand to gather even blessings from afflictions : 
Bethink thee, wherefore were they sent '? and hath not use blunted their 

keeness ? 
Need hope, and patience, and courage, be strangers to the meanest hovel ? 
Thou art in an evil case, — it were cruel to deny to tliee compassion, 
But there is not unmitigated ill in tlie sharpest of tliis world's sorrows : 
I touch not the sore of thy guilt ; but of human griefs I counsel thee, 
Cast off tlie weakness of regret, and gird tJiec to redeem thy loss. 
Thou hast gained, in the furnace of atlliction, self-knowledge, patience, and 

humility. 
And these be as precious ore, that waitcth the skill of the coiner : 
Despise not the blessings of adversity, nor the gain tliou hast earned so 

hardly, 
And now thou hast drained the bitter, take heed that thou lose not the 

sweet. 

Power is seldom innocent, and env^ is the yoke-fellow of eminence ; 

And the rust of the miser's riches w asteth his soul as a canker. 

The poor man counteth not the cost at which such wealth hath been pur- 
chased ; 

He would be on tiie mountain's top without the toil and ti-avail of the 
climbing. 



OF COMPENSATION. 21 

But equity demandeth recompense ; for high-place, calumny and care ; 

For state, comfortless splendour eating out the heart of home ; 

For warrior fame, dangers and death ; for a name among the learned, a 

spirit overstrained ; 
For honour of all kinds, the goad of ambition ; on every acquirement, the 

tax of anxiety. 
lie that would change with another, must take the cup as it is mixed : 
Poverty, with largeness of heart ; or a full purse, with a sordid spirit : 
Wisdom, in an ailing body ; or a common mind with health : 
Godhness, with man's scorn ; or tlie welcome of the mighty, with guilt : 
Beauty, with a fickle heart ; or plainness of face, with affection. 
For so hath Providence determined, that a man shall not easily discover 
Unmingled good or evil, to quicken his envy or abhorrence. 
A bold man or a fool must he be, who would change his lot with another ; 
It were a fearful bargain, and mercy hath lovingly refused it ; 
For we know the worst of ourselves, but the secrets of another we see not. 
And better is certain bad, than the doul)t and dread of worse. 

Just, and strong, and opportune is the moral rule of God ; 

Ripe in its times, firm in its judgments, equal in the measure of its gifts; 

Vet men, scaiming the surface, count the wicked happy : 

Nor heed the compensating peace whicli gladdeneth the good in his afflictions. 

They see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow, 

Jjike wreathed adders crawling round his midnight conscience ; 

They hear not the terrible suggestions, that knock at the portal of his will. 

Provoking to wipe away from life the one weak witness of tlio deed ; 

They know not the torturing suspicions that sting his panting breast, 

When the clear eye of penetration quietly readoth offthe truth. 

Likewise of the good what know they ? the memories bringing pleasure, 

Shrined in the heart of the benevolent, and glistening from his eye ; 

The calm self-justifying reason that establisheth the upright in his purpose ; 

The warm and gushing bliss that floodeth all the thoughts of the religious. 

Many a beggar at the cross-way, or gray-haired shepherd on the plain. 

Hath more of the end of all wealth, than hundreds who multiply the means. 

Moreover, a moral compensation reacheth to the secrecy of thought ; 
For if thou wilt think evil of thy neighbour, soon shalt thou have him for thy 
foe : 



22 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And yet he may know nothing of the cause that maketh thee distasteful 

to his soul,— 
The cause of unkind suspicion, for which thou hast thy punishment : 
And if thou think of him in charity, wishing or praying for his weal, 
He shall not guess the secret charm that lureth his soul to love thee. 
For just is retributive ubiquity : Samson did sin with Dalilah, 
And his eyes and captive strength were forfeit to the Phihstine : 
Jacob robbed his brother, and sorrow was his portion to the grave : 
David must fly before his foes, yea, though his guilt is covered : 
And He, who seeming old in youth, (^) was marred for others' sin, 
For every special crime must bear its special penalty : 
By luxury, or rashness, or vice, the member that hath erred suffereth, 
And therefore the Sacrifice for all was pained at every pore. 

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, 
And half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the sootliings of 



Pain addeth zest unto pleasure, and teacheth the luxury of health : 

There is a joy in sorrow, which none but a mourner can know ; 

Madness hath imaginary bliss, and most men have no more ; 

Age hath its quiet calm, and youth enjoyeth not for haste ; 

Daily, in the midst of its beatitude, the righteous soul is vexed ; 

And even the misery of guilt doth attain to the bliss of pardon. 

Who, in the face of the bom-blind, ever looked on other than content ? 

And the deaf ear listeneth within to the silent music of the heart. 

There is evil poured upon the earth from the overflowings of corruption, — 

Sickness, and poverty, and pain, and guilt, and madness, and sorrow ; 

But, as the water from a fountain riseth and sinketh to its level. 

Ceaselessly toileth justice to equalize the lots of men- : 

For, habit, and hope, and ignorance, and the being but one of a multitude. 

And strength of reason in the sage, and dulness of feeling in the fool, 

And the light elasticity of courage, and the calm resignation of meekness. 

And the stout endurance of decision, and the weak carelessness of apathy, 

And helps invisible but real, and ministerings not unfelt. 

Angelic aid with worldly discomfiture, bodily loss with the soul's gain. 

Secret griefs, and silent joys, thorns in the flesh, and cordials for the spirit, 

( — Short of the insuperable barrier dividing innocence from guilt, — ) 

Go far to level all things, by the gracious rule of Compensation, 



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OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 

Face thy foe in the field, and perchance thou wilt meet thy master. 

For the sword is chained to his wrist, and his armour buckled for the battle ; 

But find him when he looketh not for thee, aim between the joints of his 

harness, 
And the crest of his pride will be humbled, his cruelty will bite the dust. 
Beard not a lion in his den, but fashion the secret pitfall, 
So shalt thou conquer the strong, thyself triumphing in weakness. 
The hurricane rageth fiercely, and the promontory standeth in its might, 
Breasting th? artillery of heaven, as darts glance from the crocodile ; 
But the small continual creeping of the silent footsteps of the sea 
Mineth the wall of adamant, and stealthily compasseth its ruin. 
The weakness of accident is strong, where the strength of design is weak: 
And a casual analogy convinceth, when a mind beareth not argument. 
Will not a man listen ? be silent ; and prove thy maxim by example : 
Never fear, thou losest not thy hold, though thy mouth doth not render a 

reason. 
Contend not in wisdom with a fool, for thy sense maketh much of his conceit ; 
And some errors never would have thriven, had it not been for learned 

refutation ; 
Yea, much evil hath been caused by an honest wrestler for truth. 
And much of unconscious good, by the man that hated wisdom : 
For the intellect judgeth closely, and if thou overstep thy argument, 
Or seem not consistent with thyself, or fail in thy direct purpose, 
The mind that went along with thee, shall stop and return without thee, 
And thou shalt have raised a foe, where thou mightest have won a friend. 

Hints, shrewdly strown, mightily disturb the spirit. 

Where a barefaced accusation would be too ridiculous for calumny : 

The sly suggestion toucheth nerves, and nerves contract the fronds, 

And the sensitive mimosa of affection trembleth to its root ; 

And friendships, the growth of half a century, those oaks tliat laugh at 

storms. 
Have been cankered in a night by a worm, even as the prophet's gourd. 
Hast thou loved, and not known jealousy ? for a sidelong look 
Can please or pain thy heart more than the multitude of proofs : 



24 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY, 

Hast thou hated, and not learned that thy silent scorn 

Doth deeper aggravate thy foe than loud-cursing malice ? — 

A wise wise man prevaileth in power, for he screeneth his battering engine, 

But a fool tilteth headlong, and liis adversary is aware. 

Behold those broken arches, that oriel all unglazed, 

That crippled line of columns bleaching in the sun, 

The delicate shaft stricken midway, and the flying buttress 

Idly stretching forth to hold up tufted ivy : 

Thmkest thou the thousand eyes that shine v/ith rapture on a ruin, 

Would have looked v/ith half their wonder on the perfect pile ? 

And wherefore not — but that light hints, suggesting unseen beauties, 

Fill the complacent gazer with self-grown conceits ? 

And so, the rapid sketch winneth more praise to the painter, 

Than the consummate work elaborated on his easel : 

And so, the Helvetic lion caverned in the living rock 

Hath more of majesty and force, than if upon a marble pedestal. 

Tell me, daughter of taste, what hath charmed thine ear in music ? 

Is it the laboured theme, the curious fugue or cento,-^ 

Nor rather the sparkles of intelligence flashing from some strange note, 

Or the soft melody of sounds far sweeter for simplicity ? 

Tell me, thou son of science, what hath filled thy mind in reading ? 

Is it the volume of detail where all is orderly set down. 

And they that read may run, nor need to stop and think ; 

The book carefully accurate, that counteth thee no better than a fool, 

Gorging the passive mind with annotated notes ; — 

Nor rather the half-suggested thoughts, the riddles thou mayest solve, 

The fair ideas, coyly peeping like young loves out of roses, 

The quaint arabesque conceptions, half cherub and half flower. 

The light analogy, or deep allusion, trusted to thy learning. 

The confidence implied in thy skill to unravel meaning mysteries ? 

For ideas are ofttimes shy of the close furniture of words. 

And thought, wherein only is power, may be best conveyed by a suggestion ; 

The flash that Hghteth up a valley, amid the dark midnight of a storm, 

Coineth the mind with that scene sharper than fifty simimers. 

A worldly man boasteth in his pride that there is no power but of money : 
And he judgeth the characters of men by the differing measures of their 
means: 



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He stealeth all goodly names, as worth, and value, and substance, 
Which be the ancient heritage of Virtue, but such an one ascribeth unto 

Wealth : 
He spumeth the needy sage, whose wisdom hath enriched nations, 
And the sons of poverty and learning, without whom earth were a desert : 
Music, the soother of cares, the tuner of the dank discordant heart-strings, 
It is nought unto such an one but sounds, whereby some earn their living : 
The poem, and the picture, and the statue, to him seem idle baubles. 
Which wealth condescendelh to favour, to gain him the name of patron. 
But little wotteth he the might of the means his folly despiseth ; 
He considereth not that these be the wires which move the puppets of the 

world. 
A sentence hath formed a character, C) and a character subdued a 

kingdom ; 
A picture hath ruined souls, or raised them to commerce with the skies : 
The pen hath shaken nations, and stablished the world in peace ; 
And the whole full horn of plenty been filled from the vial of science. 
He regardeth man as sensual, the monarch of created matter. 
And careth not aught for mind, that linketh him with spirits unseen : 
He feedeth his carcass and is glad, though his soul be faint and famished, 
And the dull brute power of the body bindeth him a captive to himself. 

Man liveth from hour to hour, and knoweth not what may happen ; 

Influences circle him on all sides, and yet must he answer for his actions, 

For the being that is master of himself, bendeth events to his will. 

But a slave to selfish passion is the wavering creature of circumstance. 

To this man temptation is a poison, to that man it addeth vigour ; 

And each may render to himself influences good or e\il. 

As thou directest tlie power, harm or advantage will follow ; 

And the torrent that swept the valley, may be led to turn a mill ; 

The wild electric flash, that could have kindled comets. 

May by the ductile wire give ease to an ailing child. 

For outward matter or event, fashion not the character within, 

But each man, yielding or resisting, fashioneth his mind for himself. 

Some have said. What is in a name ? — most potent plastic influence ; 
A name is a word of character, and repetition stablisheth the fact ; 
A w'ord of rebuke, or of honour, tending to obscurity or fame ; 
And greatest is the power of a name, when its power is least suspected. 



26 PROVERBR^L PHILOSOPHY. 

A low name is a thorn in the side, that hindereth the footman in his run- 
ning; 
But a name of ancestral renown shall often put the racer to his speed. 
Few men have grown unto greatness whose names are alUed to ridicule, 
And many would never have been profligate, but for the splendour of a 

name. 
A wise man scorneth nothing, be it never so small or homely, 
For he knoweth not the secret laws that may bind it to great effects. 
The world in its boyhood was credulous, and dreaded the vengeance of 

the stars. 
The world in its dotage is not wiser, fearing not the influence of small 

things : 
Planets govern not the soul, nor guide the destinies of man, 
But trifles, lighter than straws, are levers in the building up of character. 
A man hath the tiller in his hand, and may steer against the current. 
Or may glide down idly with tlie stream, till his vessel founder in the whirl- 
pool. 



OF MEMORY. 

Where art thou, storehouse of the mind, garner of facts and fancies,— 

In what strange firmament are laid the beams of thine airy chambers ? 

Or art thou that small cavern, (^) the centre of the rolling braiji, 

Where still one sandy morsel testifieth man's original ? 

Or hast thou some grand globe, some common hall of intellect, 

Some spacious market-place for thought, where all do bring their wares, 

And gladly rescued from the littleness, the narrow closet of a self, 

The privileged soul hath large access,-coming in the livery of learning ? 

Live we as isolated worlds, perfect in substance and spirit, 

Each a sphere, with a special mind, prisoned in its shell of matter ? 

Or rather, as converging radiations, parts of one majestic whole. 

Beams of the Sun, streams from the River, branches of the mighty Tree, 

Some bearing fruit, some bearing leaves, and some diseased and barren, — 

Some for the feast, some for the floor, and some — how many — for the fire ? 

Memory may be but a power of coming to the treasury of Fact, 



OF MEMORY. 27 

A momentary self-desertion, an absence in spirit from the now, 

An actual coursing hither and thither, by the mind, slipped from its leash, 

A life, as in the mystery of dreams, spent within tlie limits of a moment. 

A brutish man knowetli not tliis, neither can a fool comprehend it. 
But there be secrets of tlie memory, deep, wondrous, and fearful. 
Were I at Petra, could I fiot declai-e, My soul hath been here before me ? 
Am I strange to the columned halls, the calm dead grandem* of Palmyra ? 
Know I not thy mount, O Carmel ! Have I not voyaged on the Danube ? 
■ Nor seen the glare of Arctic snows, — nor the black tents of tlie Taitar ? 
Is it then a dream, tliat I remember the faces of them of old, 
While wandering in the grove with Plato, and listening to Zeno in the 

porch ? 
Paul have I seen, and PjUiagoras, and the Stagyiite hath spoken me 

friendly. 
And His meek eye looked also upon me, standing with Peter in the palace. 
Athens and Rome, Persepolis and Sparta, am I not a freeman of you all ? 
And chiefly can my yearning heart forget thee, O Jerusalem ? 
For the strong magic of conception, mingled with the fumes of memory, 
Giveth me a life in all past time, yea, and addeth substance to the future. 
Be ye my judges, imaginative minds, full-fledged to soar into the sun. 
Whose grosser natural thoughts the chemistry of wisdom hath sublimed, 
Have ye not confessed tn a feeling, a consciousness, strange and vague. 
That ye have gone this way before, and walk again your daily life, 
Tracking an old routine, and on some foreign strand. 
Where bodily ye have never stood, finding your own footsteps ? 
Hath not at times some recent friend looked out an old familiar, 
Some hewest circumstance or place teemed as with ancient memories ? 
A startling sudden flash lighteth up all for an instant. 
And then it is quenched, as in darkness, and leaveth the cold spirit tremb- 
ling. 

Memory is not wisdom ; idiots can rote volumes : 

Yet, what is vdsdom without memory ? a babe that is strangled in its birth ; 
The path of the swallow in the air ; the path of the dolphin in the waters ; 
A cask running out ; a bottomless chasm : such is wisdom without 

memory. 
There be many wise, who cannot store their knowledge ; 
Yet from themselves are they satisfied, for the fountain is within : 



28 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Tluere be many who store, but have no wiBdom of their own, 
Lumbering their armory with weapons their muscles cannot lift : 
Tliere be many tliieves and robbers, who glean and store unlawfully, 
Calling in to memory's help some cunningly devised Cabala : 
But to feed the mind with Witness, to fill thy granary with corn, 
Nor clog with chaff and straw the threshing-floor of reason. 
Reap the ideas, and house them well ; but leave the words high stubble, 
Strive to store up what was thought, despising what was said. 
For the mind is a spirit, and drinketh in ideas, as flame melteth into flame ; 
But for w^ords, it must pack them as on floors, cumbrous and perishable 
mercliandise. 

To be pained for a minute, to fear for an hour, to hope for a week — ^how 

long and weary ! 
But to remember fourscore years, is to look back upon a day. 
An avenue seemeth to lengthen in the eyes of the wayfaring man, 
But let him turn, those stationed elms crowd up within a yard ; 
Pace the lamp-lit streets of some sleeping city. 

The multitude of cressets shall seem one, in the false picture of per- 
spective ; 
Even so, in sweet treachery, dealeth the aged with himself. 
He gazeth on the green hill-tops, while the marshes beneath are hidden ; 
And the partial telescope of memory piercetli tiie blank between. 
To look with lingering love at the fair star of childhood. 
Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints : 
Wliiles it spinneth there is light ; stop it, all is darkness : 
Life is as a morsel of frankincense burning in the hall of Eternity ; 
It is gone, but its odorous cloud curleth to the lofty roof ! 
Life is as a lump of salt, melting in the temple-laver ; 
It is gope, — yet its savour reacheth to th6 farthest atom ; 
Even so, for evil or for good, is life the criterion of a man. 
For its memories of sanctity or sin pervade all the firmament of being, 
There is but the flitting moment wherein to hope or to enjoy, 
But in the calendar of memory, that moment is all time. 



THE DREAM OF AMBITION. 29 



THE DREAM OF AMBITION. 

I LEFT the happy fields that smile aroimd the village of Content, 

And sought with wayward feet the torrid desert of Ambition. 

Long time, parched and weary, I travelled that burning sand, 

And the hooded basilisk and adder were strewed in my way for palms ; 

Black scorpions thronged me round, with sharp uplifted stings. 

Seeming to mock me as I ran ; (then I guessed it was a dream, — 

But life is oft so hke a dream, we know not where we are.) 

So I toiled on, doubting in myself, up a steep gravel chif, 

Whose yellow summit shot up far into the brazen sky ; 

And quickly, I was wafted to the top, as upon unseen wings 

Carrying me upward like a leaf : (then I thought it was a dream, — 

Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) 

So I stood on the mountain, and behold ! before me a giant pyramid, 

And I clomb with eager haste its high and difficult steps ; 

For, I longed, like another Belus, to mount up, yea to heaven. 

Nor sought I rest until my feet had spurned the crest of earth. 

Then I sat on my granite throne under the burning sun, 

And the world lay smiling beneatli me, but I was wrapt in flames ; 

(And I hoped in ghmmering consciousness, that all this torture was 

dream, — 
Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) 
And anon, as 1 sat scorcliing, the pyramid shuddered to its root, 
And I felt the quarried mass leap from its sand foundations : 
Awhile it tottered and tilted, as raised by invisible levers, — 
(And now my reason spake witli me ; I knew it was a dream ; 
Yet I hushed that whisper into silence, for I hoped to learn of wisdom, 
By tracking up my truant thoughts, whercunto they might lead.) 
And suddenly, as rolhng upon wheels; adown the cliff it rushed, 
And I thought, in my hot brain, of the JMuscovites' icy slope ; 
A thousand yards in a moment we ploughed the sandy seas, 
And crushed those happy fields, and that smiling village, 
And onward, as a living thing, still rushed my mighty throne, 
Thundering along, and pounding, as it went, the millions in my way : 
Before me all was hfe, and joy, and full-blown summer, 



30 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Behind me death and woe, the desert and simoom. 
Then I wept and shrieked aloud, for pity and for fear ; 
Bat might not stop, for, comet-like, flew on the maddened mass 
Over the crashing cities, and falling obelisks and towers. 
And columns, razed as by a scythe, and liigh doomes, shivered as an egg- 
shell. 
And deep embattled ranks, and women, crowded in the streets, 
And children, kneeling as for mercy, and all I had ever loved, 
Yea, over all, mine awful throne rushed on with seeming instinct, 
And over the crackling forests, and over the,rugged beach, ^ 

And on witli a terrible liiss through the foaming wild Atlantic 
That roared around me as I sat, but could not quench my spirit, — 
Still on, tlirough startled solitudes we shattered the pavement of the sea, 
Down, down, to that central vault, the bolted doors of hell ; 
And these,, with horrid shock, my huge throne battered in, 
And on to the deepest deep, where the fierce flames were hottest, 
Blazing tenfold as conquering furiously the seo«s that rushed ui with me, — 
And there I stopped ; and a fearful voice shouted in mine ear, 
" Behold the home of Discontent ; behold the rest of Ambition !" 



OF SUBJECTION. 

Laav hatli dominion over all things, over universal mind and matter ; 
For there are reciprocities of right, which no creature can gainsay. 
Unto each there was added by its Maker, in the perfect chain of being. 
Dependencies and sustentations, accidents, and qualities, and powers ; 
And each must fly forward in the cuiTe, unto which it was forced from the 

beginning ; 
Each must attract and repel, or the monarchy of Order is no more. 
Laws are essential emanations from the self-poised character of God, 
And tliey radiate from tliat sun, to the circhng edges of creation. 
Verily, the mighty Lawgiver hath subjected Himself unto laws, 
And God is the primal grand example of free unstrained obedience : 
His perfection is limited by right, and cannot trespass into wrong, 
Because He hath established Himself as the fountain of only good, 
And in thus much is bounded, that the evil hath he left unto another, 



OF SUBJECTION. 31 

And that dark other hath usurped the evil which Omnipotence laid down. 
Unto God there exist impossibilities ; for the True One cannot lie, 
Nor the Wise One wander from the tmck wliich he hath determined for 

himself : 
For his will was purposed from eternity, strong in the love of order ; 
And that will altereth not, as the law of the Medes and Persians. 
God is the origin of order, and tlie first exemplar of liis precept ; 
For there is subordination of his Essence, self-guided unto holiness ; 
And there is subordination of his Persons, in due procession of dignity ; 
For the Son, as a son, is subject ; and to him doth the Spirit minister ; 
But these things be mysteries to man, he cannot reach nor fathom them, 
And ever must he speak in paradox, when labouring to expound liis God ; 
For, behold, God is Alone, mighty in unshackled freedom ; 
And with those wondrous Persons abideth eternal equality. 

So then, start ye from the fountain and follow the river of existence, 
For its current is bounded throughout by the banks of just subordination : 
Thrones, and dominions, and powers, Archangels, Cherubim and Seraphim. 
Angels, and flaming ministers, and breathing chariots and harps. 
For there are degrees in heaven, and varied capabilities of bliss, 
And steps in the ladder of intelligence, and ranks in approaches to Per- 
fection : 
Doubtless, reverence is given, as their due, to the masters in \visdom ; 
Doubtless, there are who serve ; or a throne would have small glory. 
Regard now the universe of matter, the substance of visible creation, 
Wliich of old, with well-observing truth, the Greek hath surnamed 

Order ; (') 
Where is there an atom out of place ? or a particle that yieldeth not obe- 
dience ? 
Where is there a fragment tliat is free ?. or one thing the equal of another? 
The chain is unbroken down to man, and beyond him the links are perfect : 
But he standeth solitary sin, a marvel of permitted chaos. 

And shall this seeming error in the scale of due subordination 

Be a spot of desert unreclaimed, in the midst of the vineyard of the Lord ? 

Shall liis presumptuous pride snap the safe tether of connexion. 

And his blind selfish folly refuse the burden of maintenance ? 

O man, thou art a creature ; boast not thyself above the law : 

Think not of thyself as free : thou art bound in the trammels of dependence. 



32 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

What is the sum of thy duty, but obedience to righteous rule, 

To the great commandmg oracle, uttered by delegated organs ? 

Thou canst not render homage to abstract Omnipresent power. 

Save through the concrete symbol of visible ordained authority. 

Those who obey not man are oftenest found rebels againest God ; 

And seldom is the delegate so bold, as to order what he knoweth to be 

wrong. 
Yet mark me, proud gainsayer ! I say not, obey unto sin ; 
But, where the Principal is silent, take heed that thou despise not the 

Deputy : 
And he that loveth order will bless thee for thy faith, 
If thou recognize his sanction in the powers that lashion human laws. 
Thou, the vicegerent of the Lord, his high anointed image, 
Toward whom a good man's loyalty floweth from the hearts of his religion, 
Thou, whose deep responsibilities are fathomed by a nation's prayers. 
Whom wise men fear for while they live, and envy thee nothing but thy 

virtues. 
From thy dizzy pinnacle of greatness, remember thou also art a subject, 
And the throne of thine earthly glory is itself but the footstool of thy God. 
The homage thy kingdoms yield thee, regard thou as yielded unto Him ; 
And while girt with all the majesty of state, consider thee the Lord's chief 

servant ; 
So shalt thou prosper, and be strong, grafted on the strength^ of another ; 
So shall thy virgin heart be happy, in being humble. 
And thou shalt flourish as an oak, the m.onarch of thine island forests, 
Wliose deep-dug roots are twisted around the stout ribs of the globe. 
That mocketh at the fury of the stomi, and rejoicetli in summer sunshine, 
Glad in tne smiles of heaven, and great in the stability of earth. 

A ruler hath not power for himself, neither is his pomp for his pride ; 
But beneath the ennine of his office should he wear the rough hair-cloth 

of humility. 
Nevertheless, every way obey him, so thou break not a liigher command' 

ment; 
For Nero was an evil king, yet Paul prescribeth subjection. 
If the rulers of a nation be holy, the Lord hath blessed that nation ; 
If they be lewd and impious, chastisement hath come upon that people : 
For the bitterest scourge of a4and is ungodliness in them that govern it, 
And the guilt of the sons of Josiah drove Israel weeping into Babylon. 



OF SUBJECTION. 33 

Yet be Uiou resolute agninst them, if they change the mandates of thy God, 

If they touch the ark of his covenant, wherein all his mercies are en- 
shrined : 

Be resolute, but not rebelUous ; lest thou be of the company of Korah : 

Set thy face against them as a flint : but be not numbered with Abiram. 

Daniel nobly disobeyed ; but not from a spirit of sedition ; 

And Azarias shouted from the furnace, — I wiU not bow down, O King. 

If truth must be sacrificed to unity, then faithfulness were folly ; 

If man must be obeyed before God, the martyrs have bled in vain : 

Yet none of that blessed army reviled the rulers of the land ; 

They were loud and bold against the sin, but bent before the ensign of 
authority. 

Honesty, scorning compromise, walketh most suitably with Reverence ; 

Otherwise righteous daring may show but as obstinate rebellion ; 

Therefore, suffer not tliy censure to lack the savour of courtesy. 

And remember the mortal sinneth, bat the staff of his power is from God. 

Man, thou hast a social spirit, and art deeply indebted to thy kmd : 
Therefore claim not all thy rights ; but jield, for thine o^vn advantage. 
Society is a chain of obligations, and its links m.ust support each other : 
The branch cannot but wither, that is cut from the parent vine. 
Wouldst thou be a dweller in the woods, and cast away the cords that bind 

thee. 
Seeking, in thy bitterness or pride, to be exiled from thy fellows ? 
Behold, the beasts shall hunt thee, weak, naked, houseless outcast ; 
Disease and Death shall track thee out, as bloodhounds, in the wilder- 
ness : 
Better to be vilest of the vile, in the hated company of men, 
Than to live a solitary wretch, dreading and wanting all things ; 
Better to be chained to thy labour, in the dusky thoroughfares of Hfe, 
Than to reign monarch of Sloth, in lonesome savage freedom. 

Whence then cometh the doctrine that all should be equal and free ?— 
It is the lie that crowded hell, when Seraphs flung away subjection. 
No man is his neighbour's equal, for no two minds are similar, 
And accidents, alike with qualities, hare every shade but sameness : 
The lightest atom of difference shall destroy the nice balance of equality, 
AjaA aJJ tilings, from without and from within, make one man to differ from 
anotjier. 

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34 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

We are equal and free ! was the watcliword that spirited the legions of 

Satan, 
We are equal and free ! is the double lie that entrappeth to him conscripts 

from earth : 
The messengers of that dark despot will pander to thy Hcense and thy 

pride, 
And draw thee from the crowd where thou art safe, to seize thee in the 

solitary desert. 
Woe unto him whose heart the syren song of Liberty hath charmed ; 
Woe unto him whose mind is bewitched by her treacherous beauty ; 
In mad zeal flingeth he away the fetters of duty and restraint, 
And yieldeth up the holocaust of self to that fair idol of the damned. 
No man hath freedom in aught save in that from which the wicked would 

be hindered, 
He is free toward God and good ; but to all else a bondman. 

Thou art in a middle sphere, to render and receive honour. 

If thy king comnmndeth, obey ; and stand not in the way with rebels ; 

But if need be, lay thy hand upon thy sword, and fear not to smite a 
traitor, 

For the universe acqiiitteth thee with honour, fighting in defence of thy 
king. 

If a thief break thy dwelling, and thou take him, it were sin in thee to let 
him go ; 

Yea, though he pleadeth to thy mercy, thou canst not spare him and be 
blameless ; 

For his guilt is not only against thee, it is not thy moneys or thy mer- 
chandise, 

But he hath done damage to the law, which duty constraineth tliee to 
sanction. 

Feast not thine appetite of vengeance, remem.bering thou also art a man, 

But weep for the sad compulsion, in which the chain of Providence hath 
bound thee : 

Mercy is not thine to give ; wilt thou steal another's privilege ? 

Or send abroad among thy neighbours, a felon whom impunity hath har- 
dened ? 

Remember the Roman father, strong in his stern integrity, 

And let not thy slothful self-indulgence make thee a conniver at the crime. 

Also, if the knife of the murderer be raised against thee or thine, 



OF SUBJECTION. 35 

And through good Providence and courage, thou slay liim that would have 

slain thee, 
Thou losest not a tittle of thy rectitude, having executed sudden justice ; 
Still mayst thou walk among the blessed, though thy hands be red with 

blood. 
For thyself, thou art neither worse nor better ; but thy fellows should 

count thee their creditor : 
Thou hast manfully protected the right, and the right is stronger for thy 

deed. 
Also, in the rescuing of innocence, fear not to smite the favisher ; 
What though he die at thy hand ? for a good name is better than the hfe ; 
And if Phineas had everlasting praise in the m.atter of Salu's son, 
With how much greater honour standeth such a rescuer acquitted ? 
Uphold the laws of thy country, and fear not to fight in their defence ; 
But first be convinced in thy mind : for herein the doubter smneth. 
Above all things look thou well around, if indeed stern duty forceth thee 
To draw the sword of justice, and stain it with the slaughter of thy fellows. 

She that lietli in thy bosom, the tender wife of tliy affections, 

INIust obey thee, and be subject, that evil drop not on thy dwelHng. 

The child that is used to constraint, feareth not more than he loveth ; 

But give thy son his way, he will hate thee and scorn thee together. 

The master of a well-ordered home, knoweth to be kind to his servants ; 

Yet he exacteth reverence, and each one feareth at his post. 

There is nothing on earth so lowly, but duty givetli it importance ; 

No station so degrading, but it is ennobled by obedience : 

Yea, break stones upon the highway, acknowledging the Lord in thy lot, 

Happy slialt thou be, and honourable, more than many children of the 

mighty. 
Thou that despisest the outward forms, beware thou lose not the inward 

spirit ; 
For they are as words unto ideas, as symbols to things unseen. 
Keep then the form that is good : retain, and do reverence to example ; 
And in all tilings observe subordination, for that is the whole duty of man. 

A horse knoweth liis rider, be he confident or timid, 
And the fierce spirit of Bucephalus stoopeth unto none but Alexander ; 
The tigress roused in the jungle by the prying spaniels of the fowler, 
Will quail at the eye of man, so he assert his dignity ; 



36 PROVERBIAL nilLOSOFHY. 

Nay, the very ships, those giant swans breasting the mighty waters. 

Roll in the trough, or break the wave, to the pilot's fear or courage : 

How much more shall man, discerning the Fountain of authority, 

Bow to superior commands, and make his own obeyed. 

And yet, in travelling the world, hast thou not often known 

A gallanthost led on to ruin by a feeble Xerxes ? 

Hast thou not ofte'n'-aeen the wanton luxury of indolence 

Sullying with its sleepy 'mist the tarnished crown of headship ? 

Alas ! for a thousand fathers, v/hose indulgent sloth 

Hath emptied tli^ vial of confusion over a thousand homes : 

Alas ! for the p.alaces and hovefs, that might have been nurseries for heaven, 

By hot intestine broils blighted into schools for hell : 

None knoweth his place,.yet eCII refuse to serve, 

None weareth the crown, yet all usurp the sceptre : 

And perhance some fiercer spirit, of natviral nobility of mind. 

That needed but the kindness of constraint to have grown up great and good, 

Now, — the rich harvest of his heart choked by unweoded tares, — 

All bold to dare and do, unchecked by wholesome fear, 

A scoffer about bigotry and priestcraft, a rebel against government and God, 

And standard-bearer of the turbulent, leading on the sons of Belial : 

Such an one is king of that small state, head tyrant of the thirty, 

Brandishing the torch of discord in his village-home : 

And the timid Eli of the house, yon humble parish-priest, 

Liveth in shame and sorrow, fearing his own handy-work ; 

The mother, heart-stricken years agone, hath dropped into an early grave , 

The silent sisters long to leave a home they cannot love ; 

The brothers, casting off restraint, follow their wayward wills ; 

And the chance guest, early depai-ting, blesseth his kind stars, 

That on his humbler home hath brooded no domestic curse. 

Yet is that curse the fruit ; wouldest thou the root of the evil ? 

A kindness — most unkind, that hath always spared the rod ; 

A weak and numbing indecision in the mind that should be master ; 

A foohsh love, pregnant of hate, that never frowned on sin ; 

A moral cowardice of heart, that never dared command. 

A kingdom is a nest of families, and a family a sm.all kingdom ; 
And the government of whole or part differeth in nothing but extent. 
The house, where the master ruleth, is strong in united subjection. 
And the only commandment with promise, being honoured, is a blessing to 
that house ; 



OF REST. 17 

But and if he yicldeth up the reins, it is weaj^ in discordant anarchy, 

And the bonds of love and union melt away, as ropes of sand. 

The realm, that is ruled with vigour, lacketh neither peace nor glory, 

It drcadeth not foes from without, nor the sons of riot from within : 

But tlie meanness of temporizing fear robbsth a kingdom of its honour, 

And the Vv'eakness of indulgent sloth ravageth its bowels \\ith discord. 

The best of human governments is the patriarchal rule ; 

The authorized j^iipremacy of one, the prescriptive subjection of many : 

Therefore, the children of the East have thriven from age to age. 

Obeying, even as a god, the royal father of Cathay : 

Therefore, to this our day, the Rechabite wanteth not a man, ('") 

But they stand before the Lord^ forsaldng not the mandate of their sire. 

Therefore shall Magog among the nations arise from his northern lair, 

And rend, in the fury of his power, the insurgent world beneath liim : 

For the thunderbolt of concentrated strength can be hurled by the will of one, 

While the dissipated forces of many arc harmless as summer lightning. 



OF REST. (11) 

In the silent watches of the night, calm night that breedeth thoughts, ( •*) 

When the task-weary mind disporteth in the careless play-hours of sleep, 

I dreamed; and behold, a valley, green and sunny and well watered, 

And thousands moving across it, thousands and tens of thousands : 

And though many seemed faint and toil-worn, and stumbled often, and fell, 

Yet moved they on unresting, as the ever-flowing cataract. 

Then I noted adders in the grass, and pitfalls under the flowers. 

And chasms yawned among the hills, and the ground was cracked and 

slippery : 
But Hope and her brother Fear suffered not a foot to linger ; 
Bright phantoms of false joys beckoned alluringly forward. 
While yelling grisly shapes of dread came hunting on behind : 
And ceaselessly, like Lapland swarms, that miserable crowd sped along 
To the m.ist-involved banks of a dark and sullen river. 
There sav/ I, midway in the v/ater, standing a giant fisher, 
And he held many lines in his hand, and they called him Iron Destiny. 
So I tracked those subtle chains, and each held one among the multitude • 



38 PROVERBIAL PHIL030PPIY. 

Then I understood what hindered, that they rested not in their path : 
For the fisher had sport in his fishing, and drew in his fines continually, 
And the new-born babe, and the aged man, were dragged into that dark 

river : 
And he pulled all those myriads along, and none might rest by the way, 
Till many, for sheer wearinsss, were eager to plunge into the drowning 

stream. 

So I knew that valley was Life, and it sloped to the waters of Death. 
But far on the thither side spread out a calm and silent shore. 
Where all was tranquil as a sleep, and the crowded strand was quiet : 
And I saw there many I had known, but their eyes glared chiUingly upon me, 
As set in deepest slumber ; and they pressed their fingers to their lips. 
Then I knew tliat shore was the dwelling of Rest, where spirits held their 

Sabbath, 
And it seemed they would have told me much, but they might not break 

that silence ; 
For the law of their being was mystery : they glided on, hushing as they 

w^ent. 
Yet further, under the sun, at the roots of purple mountains, 
I noted a blaze of glory, as the night-fires on northern skies ; 
And I heard the hum of joy, as it were a sea of melody ; 
And far as the eye could reach, were milUons of happy creatures 
Basking in the golden light ; and I knew that land was Heaven. 
Then the hill whereon I stood split asunder, and a crater yawned at my feet, 
Black, and deep, and dreadful, fenced round with ragged rocks : 
Dimly was the darkness lit up by spires of distant flame : 
And I saw below a moving mass of fife, like reptiles bred in corruption, 
Where all was terrible unrest, shrieks and groans and thunder. 

So I woke, and I thought upon my dream : for it seemed of wisdom's 

ministration. 
What man is he that findeth rest, though he hunt for it year after year ? 
As a child he had not yet been wearied, and cared uot then to court it ; 
As a youth he loved not to be quiet, for excitement spurred him into strife ; 
As a man he tracketh rest in vain, toiling painfully to catch it, 
But still is he pulled from the pursuit, by the strong compulsion of his fate. 
So he hopeth to have peace in old age, as he cannot rest in manhood, 
But troubles thicken with his years, till Death hath dogged him to the grave. 



OF HUMILITY. 39 

There remaineth a rest for the spirit on the shadowy side of life ; 

But unto this world's pilgrim no rest for the sole of his foot. 

Ever, from stage to stage, he travelleth wearily forward, 

And though he pluck flowers by the way, he may not sleep among the 

flowers. 
Mind is the perpetual motion ; for it is a running stream 
From an unfathomable source, the depth of the divine Intelligence : 
And though it be stopped in its flowing, yet hath it a current within. 
The surface may sleep unruffled, but miderneath are whirlpools of con- 
tention. 
Seekest thou rest, O mortal ? — seek it no more on earth, 
For destiny will not cease from dragging thee through the rough wilderness 

of life ; 
Meekest thou rest, O immortal ? — hope not to find it in Heaven, 
For sloth yieldeth not happiness ; the bliss of a spirit is action. 
Rest dwelleth only on an island in the midst of the ocean of existence, 
Where the world-weary soul for a while may fold its tired v\^ngs, 
Until, after short sufficient slumber, it is quickened unto deathless energy, 
^Vnd speedeth in eagle-flight to the Sun of unapproachable perfection. 



OF HUMILITY. 

Vice is grown aweary of her gawds, and donneth russet garments, 

Loving for change to walk as a nun, beneath a modest veil : 

For Pride hath noted how all admire the fairness of Humility, 

And to clutch the praise he coveteth, is content to be drest in hair-cloth ; 

And wily Lust tempteth the young heart, that is proof against the bravery 

of harlots. 
With timid tears and retiring looks of an artless seeming maid ; 
And indolent Apathy, sleepily ashamed of his dull lack-lustre face, 
Is glad of the livery of mealmess, that charitable cloak and cov/l ; 
And Hatred hideth his demon frown beneath a gentle mask ; 
And Slander, snake-like, creepeth in the dust, thinking to escape recrim- 
ination. 
But the world hath gained somewhat from its years, and is quick to pene- 
trate disguises ; 



40 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Neither in all these is it easily deceived, but rightly divideth the true from 
the false. 

Yet there is a meanness of spirit that is fair in the eyes of most men, 
Yea, and seemeth fair unto itself, loving to be thought Humility. 
Its choler is not roused by insolence, neither do injuries disturb it : 
Honest indignation is strange unto its breast, and just reproof unto its lip. 
It shrinkcth, looldng fearfully on men, fawning at the feet of the great ; 
The breath of calumny is svi^eet unto its ear, and it courteth the rod of 

persecution. 
But what ! art thou not a man, deputed chief of the creation ? 
Art thou not a soldier of the right, militant for God and good ? 
Shall virtue and truth be degraded, because thou art too base to uphold them ? 
Or Goliath be bolder in blaspheming for want of a David in the camp ? 
I say not, avenge injuries ; for the ministry of vengeance is not thine ; 
But wherefore rebuke not a liar ? wherefore do dishonour to thyself ? 
Wherefore let the evil triumph, when the just and the right are on thy side ? 
Such Humility is abject, it lacketh the life of sensibility. 
And that resignation is but mock, where the burden is not felt : 
Suspect thyself and thy meekness : thou art mean and indifferent to sin ; 
And the heart that should grieve and forgive, is case-hardened and forgetteth. 

Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker, 
But oftentimes it seemeth out of place in the intercourse of man with man : 
Yet, it is tlie cringer to his equal, that is chiefly seen bold to his God, 
While a martyr, whom a world cannot browbeat, is humble as a child 

before Him. 
Render unto all men their due, but remember thou also art a man. 
And cheat not thyself of the reverence which is owing to thy reasonable 

being. 
Be courteous, and listen, and learn : but teach and answer if thou canst : 
Serve thee of thy neighbour's wisdom, but be not enslaved as to a master. 
Where thou perceivest knowledge, bend the ear of attention and respect ; 
But yield not further to the teaching, than as thy mind is warranted by 

reasons. 
Better is an obstinate disputant, that yieldeth inch by inch, 
Than the shallow traitor to himself, who smrendereth to half an arguments 

Modesty winneth good report, but scorn cometh close upon servility ; 



OF HUMILITY. 41 

Therefore use meelmess with discretion, casting not pearls before swine. 
For a fool will tread upon thy neck, if he seeth thee lying in the dust ; 
And there be companies and seasons where resolute bearing is but duty, 
[f a good man discloseth his secret faiUngs unto the view of tlie profane, 
What doeth he but harni unto his brother, confirming him in his sin : 
There is a concealment that is right, and an open-mouthed humility that 

erreth ; 
There is a candour near akin to folly, and a meekness looking like shame. 
Masculine sentiments, vigorously holden, v/ell become a man ; 
But a weak mind bath a timorous grasp, and mistaketh it for tenderness of 

conscience. 
Many are despised for their folly, who put it to the account of their religion, 
And because men treat them with contempt, they look to their God for glory : 
But contempt shall still be their reward, who betrayed tlicir Master unto 

ridicule, 
Reflecting on Him in themselves, meanness and ignorance and cowardice. 
A Christian hatli a royal spirit, and need not be ashamed but unto One : 
Among just men walketh he softly, but the world should see him as a 

champion. 
Ilis humbleness is far unlike the shame that covereth the profligate and 

weak. 
When the sober reproof of virtue hath touched their tingling ears ; 
It is born of love and wisdom, and is worthy of all honour. 
And the sweet persuasion of its smile changeth contempt into reverence. 

A man of a haughty spirit is daily adding to his enemies : 

He standeth as the Arab in the desert, and the hands of all men are against 

him : 
A man of a base mind daily subtracteth from his friends, 
For he holdeth himself so cheaply, that others learn to despise him. 
But where the meekness of self-knowledge veileth the front of self-respect, 
There look thou for the man. whom none can know but they will honour. 
Humility is the softening shadow before the stature of Excellence, 
And lieth lowly on tiie ground, beloved and lovely as the violet : 
Hr.mility is the ft.ir-haired maid, that callcth Worth her brother, 
The gentle silent nurse, that fostercth infant virtues : 
Humility bringeth no excuse ; .she is welcome to God ai\d man : 
Her countenance is needful unto all, who would prosper in either world ; 
And the mild light of her sweet face is mirrored in the eyes of her com- 
panions, 



42 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And straightway stand they accepted, children of penitence and love. 
As when the blind man is nigh unto a rose, its sweetnes is the herald of 

its beauty, 
So when thou savourest humility, be sure thdu art nigh unto merit. 
A gift rejoiceth the covetous, and praise fatteneth the vain, 
And the pride of man delighteth in the humble bearing of his fellow ; 
But to the tender benevolence of the unthanked Almoner of good, 
Humility is queen among the graces, for she giveth Him occasion to 

bestow. 



OF PRIDE. 

Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but Pride mineth deeper ; 

It is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul. 

If thou expose it in thy motives, and track it in thy springs of thought, 

Complacent in its own detection, it will seem indignant virtue ; 

Smoothly will it gratulate thy skill, O subtle anatomist of self, 

And. spurn at its very being, while it nestleth the deeper in thy bosom. 

Pride is a double traitor, and betray eth itself to entrap thee. 

Making thee vain of thy self-lcnowledge ; proud of thy discoveries of pride. 

Fruitlessly thou strainest for humility, by darkly diving into self; 

Rather look away from innate evil, and gaze upon extraneous good : 

For in sounding the deep things of the heart, thou shalt learn to be vain 

of its capacities. 
Bat in viewing the heights above thee, thou shalt be taught thy littleness ; 
Could an emmet pry into itself, it might marvel at its own anatomy, 
But let it look on eagles, to discern how mean a thing it is. 
And all things hang upon comparison ; to the greater, great is small : 
Neither is there any thing so vile, but somewhat yet is viler : 
On all sides is there an infinity : the culprit at the gallows hath his worse, 
And the virgin martyr at the stake need not look far for a better. 
Therefore see thou that thine aim rcacheth unto higher than thyself : 
Beware that the standard of thy soul wave from the loftiest battlement : 
For pride is a peetilent meteor, flitting on the marshes of corruption. 
That will lure thee forward to thy death, if thou seek to track it to its 

source : 



OF EXPERIENCE. 43 

Pride is a gloomy bow, arching the infernaJ firmament, 

That will lead thee on, if thou wilt hunt it, even to the dwelUng of despair. 

Deep callcth unto deep, and mountain overtoppeth mountain, 

And still shalt thou fathom to no end the depth and the height of pride ; 

For it is the Vast ambition of the soul, warped to an idle object, 

And nothing but a Deity in Self can quench its insatiable tliirst. 

Be aware of the smiUng enemy, that openly sheatheth his weapon, 
But mingleth poison in secret with the sacred salt of hospitality : 
For pride will lie dormant in thy heart, to snatch its secret opportunity, 
Watching, as a lion-ant, in the bottom of its toils. 

Stay not to parley with thy foe, for his tongue is more potent than his arm, 
But be wiser, fighting against pride in the simple panoply of prayer. 
As one ak^o of the poets hath said, let not the Proteus escape thee ; (") 
For he will blaze forth as fire, and quench himself in likeness of water ; 
He will fright thee as a roaring beast, or charm tliee as a subtle reptile. 
Mark, amid all his transformations, the complicate deceitfulness of pride, 
And the more he striveth to elude thee, bind him the closer in thy toils. 
Prayer is the net that snareth him ; prayer is the fetter that holdeth him : 
Thou canst not nourish pride, while waiting as an almsman on thy God, — 
Yv'aiting in sincerity and trust, or pride shall meet thee even there : 
Yea, from the palaces of Heaven, hath pride cast down his millions. 
Root up the mandrake from thy heart, though it cost thee blood and groan?, 
Or tlie cherished garden of thy graces will fade and perish utterly. 



OF EXPERIENCE. 

I KNEW that age was enriched with tlie hard-earned wages of knowledge, 
And I saw that hoary A\dsdom was bred in the school of disappointment : 
I noted that the wisest of 3'^outh, though provident and cautious of evil. 
Yet sailed along unsteadily, as lacking some ballast of the mind : 
And the cause seemed to lie in this, that while they considered around 

them, 
And warded off all dangers from without, they forgat their own weakness 

within. 
So steer they in self-confidence, until, from the multitude of perils, 



44 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

They begin to be wary of themselves, and learn the first lesson of 

Experience. 
I knew that in the morning of life, before its wearisome journey, 
The youtlifiil soul doth expand, in the simple luxury of being ; 
It Iiath not contracted its wishes, nor set a limit to its hopes ; 
The wing of fancy is unclipt, and sin hath not seared its feelings : 
Each feature is stamped with immortality, for all its desires ai'e infinite, 
And it seeketh an ocean of happiness, to fill the deep hollow within. 
But the old and the grave look on, pitying that generous ^uth, 
For they also have tasted long ago the bitterness of hope destroyed : 
They pity him, and are sad, remembering the days that are past. 
But they know he must taste for himself, or he will not give ear to their 

v/isdom. 
For Experience hath another lesson, which a man will do well if he learn, 
By checking the flight of expectation, to cheat disappointment of its pain. 

Experience teacheth many things, and all men are his scholars : 

Yet is he a strange tutor, unteaching that which he hath taught. 

Youth is confident, manhood wary, and old age confident again : 

Youth is kind, manliood cold, and age returneth unto Idndness. 

For youth suspecteth nought, till manhood, bitterly learned, 

Mistrusteth all, overleaping the mark ; and age correcteth his excess. 

Suspicion is the scaffold unto faith, a temporary needful eyesore. 

By which the strong man's dwelling is slowly builded up behind ; 

But soon as the top-stone hath been set to the well-proved goodly pyramid, 

The scaffold is torn down, and well-timed trust taketh its long leave of 

suspicion. 
A thousand volumes in a thousand tongues, enshrine the lessons of 

Experience, 
Yet a man shall read them all, and go forth none the wiser : 
For self-love lendcth him a glass, to colour all he conneth. 
Lest in the features of another he find his own complexion. 
And we secretly judge of ourselves, as differing greatly from all men, 
And love to challenge causes, to show how we can master their efiEects : 
Pride is pampered in expecting that we need not fear a common fate, 
Or wrong-headed prejudice exulteth, in combating old experience ; 
Or perchance caprice and discontent are the spurs that goad us into danger, 
Careless, and half in hope to find there an enemy to joust with. 
Private experierxe is an unsafe teacher, for we rarely learn both sides, 



OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 45 

And from the gilt surface reckon not on steel beneath : 
The torrid sons of Guinea think scorn of icy seas, 
And the frostbitten Greenlander disbelieveth suns too hot. 
But thou, student of Wisdom, feed on the marrow of the matter ; 
If thou wilt suspect, let it be thyself; if thou wilt expect, let it not be 
gladness. 



OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 

Rashly, nor ofttimes truly, doth man pass judgment on his brother ; 
For he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth the reasons of the 

mind. 
And the world is not wiser than of old, when justice was meted by the 

sword, 
When the spear avenged the wrong, and the lot decided the right ; 
When the footsteps of blindfold innocence were tracked by burning 

ploughshareif, 
And the still condemning water delivered up the wizard to the stake : 
For we wait, like the sage of Salamis, to see what the end will be, ('*) 
Fixing the- right or the wrong, by the issues of failure or success. 
Judge not of things by their events ; neither of character by providence ; 
And count not a man more evil because he is more unfortunate ; 
For the blessings of a better covenant lie not in the sunsliine of prosperity ; 
But pain and chastisement the rather show the wise Father's love. 

Behold that daughter of the world ; she is full of gaiety and gladness ; 
The diadem of rank is on her brow, uncounted wealtli is in her coffers : 
She tricketh out her beauty like Jezebel, and is welcome in the courts of 

kings ; 
She is queen of the fools of fashion, and ruleth the revels of luxury : 
And though she sitteth not as Tamar, nor standeth in the ways as Rahab, 
Yet in the secret of her chamber, she shrinketh not from dalliance and 

guilt. 
She careth not if there be a God, or a soul, or a time of retribution ; 
Pleasure is tlie idol of her heart : she thirsteth for no purer heaven. 
And she laugheth with light good humour, and all men praise her gentle- 



46 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOniY. 

They are glad in lier lovely smile, and the river of her bounty filleth them. 
So she prospered in the world : the worship and desire of thousands ; 
And she died even as she had lived, careless and courteous and liberal. 
The grave swallowed up her pomp, the marble proclaimed her \irtues, 
For men esteemed her excellent, and charities sounded forth her praise ; 
But elsewhere fur other judgment setteth her — with infidels and harlots ! 
She abused the trust of her splendour : and the wages of her sin shall be 
hereafter. 

Look again on tliis fair girl, the orphan of a village pastor 

Who is dead, and hath left her his all, — his blessing, and a name unstained ; 

And friends, with busy zeal, that their purses be not taxed. 

Place the sad mourner in a home, poor substitute for that she hath lost. 

A stranger among strange faces, she drinketh the wonnwood of dependence ; 

She is marked as a child df want ; and the world hateth poverty. 

Prayer is not heard in that house ; the day she liath loved to hallow 

Is noted but by deeper dissipation, the riot of luxury and gaming : 

And wantonness is in her master's eye, and she hatli nowhere to flee to ; 

She is cared for by none upon earth, and her God seenjeth to forsake her. 

Then cometh, in fair show, the promise, and the feint of affection, 

And her heart, long unused to kindness, remembereth her father, and 

loveth. 
And tlie villain hath WTonged her trust, and mocked, and flung her from 

him, 
And men point at her and laugh : and women hate her as an outcast : 
But elsewhere, far other judgment seateth her — among the martyrs ! 
And the Lord, who seemed to forsake, giveth double gloiy to the fallen. 

Once more, in the matter of wealtli : if thou throw thine all on a chance, 
Men will come around thee, and wait, and watch the turning of the wheel ; 
And if, in the lottery of life, thou hast drawn a splendid prize, 
What foresight hadst thou, and skill ! yea, what enterprise and wisdom ! 
But if it fall out against thee, and thou fail in thy perilous endeavour, 
Behold, the simple did sow, and hath reaped the right harvest of his folly : 
And the world will be glaldly accused, nor will reach out a finger to help ; 
For why should this speculative dullard be a whirlpool to all around him ? 
Go to, let liim sink by liimself : we knew what tlie end of it would be :— 
For the man hath missed his mark, and liis fellows look no further. • 



OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 47 

Also, touching guilt and innocence : a man shall walk in his uprightness, 
Year after year without reproach, in charity and honesty with all : 
But in one evil hour the enemy sliall come in like a flood ; 
Shall track him and tempt him, and hem him, — till he knoweth not whither 

to fly. 
Perchance his famishing little ones shall scream in his cars for bread, 
And, maddene^. by that fierce cry, he rusneth as a thief upon the world : 
The world that hath left him to starve, itself wallowing in plenty, — 
The world, that deiiieth him his rights, — he daringly robbeth it of them. 
I say not, such an one is innocent : but, small is the measure of his guilt 
To that of his wealthly neighbour, who would not help him at his need ; 
To that of the selfish epicure, who turned away with coldness from his 

tale; 
To that of unsuffering thousands, who look with complacence on his fall. 

Or perchance the continual dropping of the venomed words of spite, 

Insult and injury and scorn, have galled and pierced his heart ; 

Yet, with all long-suffering and meekness, he forgiveth unto seventy times 

seven : 
Till, in some weaker moment, tempted beyond endurance. 
He striketh, more in anger than in hate ; and, alas ! for his heavy chance, 
He hath smitten unto instant death his spiteful, life-long enemy ! 
And none was by to see it ; and all men knew of their contentions : 
Fierce voices shout for his blood, and rude hands hurry him to judgment. 
Then man's verdict cometh, — ^Murderer, with forethought malice ; 
And his name is a note of execration ; his guilt is too black for devils. 
But to the righteous Judge, seemeth he tlie suffering victim : 
For his anger was not unlawful, but became him as a Christian and a 

man ; 
And though his guilt was grievous when he struck that heavy bitter blow, 
Yet light is the sin of the smiter, and verily kicketh the beam. 
To the weight of that man's wickedness, whose slow relentless hatred 
Met him at every turn, with patient continuance in evil. 
Doubtless, eternal wrath shall be heaped upon that spiteful enemy. 

It is in vain, it is in vam, saith the preacher ; there be none but the right- 
eous and the wicked. 
Base rebels, and stanch allies, the true knight, and the traitor ; 
And he beareth strong witness among men. There is no neutral ground, 



48 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

The broad highway and narrow path map out the whole domain ; 
Sit here among the saints, these holy chosen few, 
Or grovel there a wretch condemned, to die among the million. 
And verily for ultimate results, there be but good and bad ; 
Heaven hath no dusky twilight ; hell is not gladdened with a dawn. 
Yet looking round among his fellows, who can pass righteous judgment, 
Such an one is holy and accepted, and such an one reprobate and doomed? 
There is so much of good among the worst, so much of evil in the best. 
Such seeming partialities in providence, so many things to lessen and expand, 
Yea, and vv^ith all man's boast, so little real freedom of his will, — 
That, to look a little lov^^er than the surface, garb or dialect or fashion, 
Thou shalt feebly pronounce for a saint, and faintly condemn for a sinner. 
Over many a heart good and true, fluttereth the Great King's pennant : 
By many an iron hand, the pirate's black banner is unfurled : 
But there be many more hpsides, in the yacht and the trader and the fish- 
ing boat. 
In the feather'd war-canoe, and the quick mysterious gondola : 
And the army of that Great King hath no stated uniform ; 
Of mingled characters and kinds goeth forth the countless host ; 
There is the turbaned Damascene, with his tattooed Zealand brother, 
There the slim bather in the Ganges, with the sturdy Russian boor, 
The sluggish inmate of a polar cave, with the fire-souled daughter of Brazil, 
The embruted slave from Cuba, and the Briton of gentle birth. 
For all are His inheritance, of all He taketh tithe : 
And the Church, his mercy's ark, hath some of every sort. 
Who art thou, O man, that art fixing the limits of the fold ? 
Wherefore settest thou stakes to spread the tent of heaven ? 
Lay not the plummet to the line : religion hath no landmarks : 
No human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith : 
In some it is as earliest dawn, the scarce diluted darkness ; 
In some as dubious twihght, cold and gray and gloomy ; 
In some the ebon east is streaked with flaming gold : 
In some the dayspring from on high breaketh in all its praise. 
And who hath determined the when, separating light from darkness ? 
Who shall pluck from earliest dawn the promise of the day ? 
Leave that care to the Husbandman, lest thou gamer tares ; 
Help thou the Shepherd in his seeking, but to separate be his : 
For I have often seen the noble emng spirit 
Wrecked on the shoals of passion, and numbered of the lost ; 



OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 49 

Often the generous heart, lit by unhallowed lire, 

Counted a brand among the burning, and left uncared-for, in his sin: 

Yet I waited a little year, and the mercy thou hadst forgotten 

Hath purged that noble spirit, washing it in waters of repentance ; 

That glowing generous heart, haAdng burnt out all its dross, 

Is as a golden censer, ready for the aloes and cassia : 

While thou, hard-visaged man, unlovely in thy strictness, 

Who turned from him thy sympathies with self-complacent pride, 

IIow art thou shamed by him ! his heart is a spring of love, 

Wlule the dry well of thine affections is choked with secret mammon. 

Sometimes at a glance thou judgest well : years could add little to thy 

knowledge : 
When charity gloweth on tlio cheek, or malice is lowering in the eye, 
When honesty's open brow, or the weasel-face of cunning is before tnee, 
Or the loose lip of wantonness, or clear bright forehead of reflection. 
But often, by shrewd scrutiny, thou judgest to the good man's harm : 
For it may be his hour of trial, or he slumbereth at his post, 
Or he hath slain his foe, but not yet levelled the stronghold. 
Or barely recovered of the wounds, that fleshed him in his fray with passion. 
Also, of the worst, through prejudice, thou loosely shalt think well : 
For none is altogether evil, and thou mayst catch him at his prayers. 
There may be one small prize, though all beside be blanks ; 
A silver thread of goodness in the black sergecloth of crime. 

There is to whom all things are easy : his mind, as a master-key, 

Can open, with intuitive address, the treasuries of art and science : 

There is to whom all things are hard ; but industry giveth him a crow-bar. 

To force, with groaning labour, the stubborn lock of learning: 

And often when thou lookcst on an eye, dim in native dulness, 

Little shalt thou wot of the wealth diligence hath gathered to its gaze ; 

Often the brow that should be bright with the dormant fire of genius, 

Within its ample halls, hath ignorance the tenant. 

Yet are not the sons of men cast as in moulds by the lot ? 

The like in frame and feature hath much alike in spirit ; 

Such a shape hath such a soul, so that a deep discerner 

From his make will read the man, and err not far in judgment : 

Yea, and it toldeth in the converse, that growing similarity of mind 

Findeth or maketh for itself an apposite dwelling in the body s 



so PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Accident may modify, circumstiuire may bevil, externals seem to change it, 

But still the primitive crystal is latent in its many variations : 

For the map of the face, and the picture of the eye, are traced by the pen 

of passion ; 
And the mind fashioneth a tabernacle suitable for itself. 
A mean spirit boweth down the back, and the bowing fostoreth meanness ; 
A resolute purpose knitteth the knees, and the jfirm tread nourisheth 

decision ; 
Love looketh softly from the eye, and kindleth love by looking ; 
Hate furroweth the brow, and a man may frown till he hateth : 
For mind and body, spirit and matter, have reciprocities of power. 
And each keepeth up the strife ; a man's works make or mar him. 

There be deeper things than these, lying in the twilight of truth ; 
But few can discern thern ariglit, from surrounding dimness of error. 
' For perchance, if thou knewest the whole, and largely with c-omprehensive 
mind 
Couldst read the history of character, the chequered story of a life. 
And into the great account, which sumnieth a mortars destiny, 
Wert to add the forces from without, dragging him this way and that, 
And the secret qualities within, grafted on- the soul from the womb, 
And the might of other men's example, among whom liis lot is cast, 
And the influence of want, or wealth, of kindness, or harsh ill-usage, 
Of ignorance he cannot help, and knowledge found for him by others. 
And first impressions, hard to be efiuced. and leadings to right or to wrong 
And inheritance of hkeness from a fatlier, and natural human frailty. 
And tlie habit of health or disease, and prejudices ])oured into his mind, 
And the myriad little matters none but Omniscienct^ can know, 
And accidents that steer the thoughts, where none but Ubiquity can trace 

them ; — 
If thou couldst compass all these, and the consequents flowing from them. 
And the scope to which they tend, and the necessary fitness of all things, 
Then shouldst thou see as He seetli, who judgeth all men equal,— 
Equal, touching innocence and guiit ; and different alone in this, 
That one acknowledgeth iiis evil, and looketh to his God for mercy ; 
Another boasteth of his good, and calleth on his God for justice ; ' 
So He, that sendeth none away, is largely munificent to prayer^ 
But, in toe heait of presumption, slieatheth the sword of vengeance. 



OF HATRED AND ANGER. 61 



OF HATRED AND ANGER. 

Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirretli, 

But that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil. 

Anger is a noble infirmity, the generous failing of the just, 

The one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogatives of virtue : 

But hatred is a slow continuing crime, a fire in the bad man's breast, 

A dull and hungry flame, for ever craving insatiate. 

Hatred would hann another; anger would indulge itself: 

Hatred is a simmering poison ; anger, the opening of a valve : 

Hatred destroyeth as the upas-tree ; anger smiteth a^ a staff: 

Hatred is the atmosphere of hell ; but anger is known in heaven. 

Is there not a righteous wrath, an anger just and holy, 

When goodness is sitting in the dust, and wickedness enthroned on Babel ? 

Doth pitv condemn guilt ? — is justice not a feeling but a law 

Appealing to the line and to the plummet, incognizant of moral sense ? 

Thou that condemnest anger, small is thy sympathy with angels ; 

Thou that hast accounted it for sin, cold is thy communion with heaven. 

Beware of the angry in his passion; but lear not to approach him after- 
ward ; 

For if thou acknowledge thine error, he himself will be sorry for his wratli : 

Beware of the hater in his coolness ; for he meditateth evil against thee ; 

Commending the resources of his mind calmly to work thy ruin. 

Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit fli^th with 
anger : 

The one lieth secret, as a serpent ; the other chaseth, as a leopard. 

Speedily be reconciled in love, and receive the returning offender, 

For wittingly prolonging anger, thou tamperest unconsciously with hatred. 

Patience is power in a man, nerving him to rein his spirit : 

Passion is as palsy to his arm. while it yelleth on the coursers to their 
speed : 

Patience keepeth counsel, and stanueth in solid self-possession, 

But the weakness of sudden passion layeth bare the secrets of the soul. 

The sentiment of anger is not ill, when thou lookest on the impudence of 
vice, 



as PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Or savourest the breath of calumny, or hast earned the hard wages of in- 
justice, 

But see thou that tliou curb it in expression, rendering the mildness of 
rebukoi 

So shalt thou stand without reproach, mailed in all the dignity of virtue. 



OF GOOD IN THINGS EVIL. 

I HEARD tlic man of sin reproaching the goodness of Jehovah, 
Wherefore, if he be Almighty Love, permitteth he mi.^ery and paui ? 
1 saw the child of hope vexed in the labyrinth of doubt. 
Wherefore, O holy One and just, is the horn of thy foul foe so high 

exalted ?— 
And, alas ! for this our groaning world, for that grief and guilt are here ; 
Alas ! for that Earth is the battle-field, where good must combat with evil : 
Angels look on and hold their breath, burning to mingle in the conflict, 
But the troops of the Captain of Salvation may be none but the soldiers of 

the cross : 
And that slender band must fight alone, and yet shall triumph gloriously, 
Enough shall they be for conquest, and the motto of their standard is 

Enough. 
Thou art sad, O denizen of earth, for pains and diseases and death, 
But remember, thy hand hath earned them ; gTudge not at the wages of thy 

doings : 
Thy guilt, and thy fathers' guilt, must bring many sorrows in their company, 
And if thou wilt drink sweet poison, doubtless it shall rot thee to the core. 
Who art thou but the heritor of evil, with a right to nothing good ? 
The respite of an interval of ease were a boon which Justice might deny 

thee : 
Therefore lay thy hand upon thy mouth, O man much to be forgiven, 
And wait, thou child of hope, for time shall teach thee all things. 
Yet hear, for my speech shall comfort thee ; reverently, but with boldness, 
I would raise the sable curtain, that hideth the symmetry of Providence. 
Pain and sin are convicts, and toil in their fetters for good ; 
The weapons of evil are turned against itself, fighting under better 

banners : 



OF GOOD IN THINGS EVIL. 59 

The leech delighteth in stinging, and tlie mcked loveth to do harm, 
But the wise Physician of the universe useth that ill tendency for health. 
Verily from others' griefs arc gendered sympathy and kindness ; 
Patience, humility, and foith, spring not seldom from thine own : 
An enemy, humbled by his sorrows, cannot be far from thy forgiveness, 
A friend who hath tasted of calamity, shall fan the dying incense of thy 

love : 
And for thyself, is it a small thing, so to learn thy frailty, 
That from an aching bone thou savest the whole body ? 
The furnace of affliction may be fierce, but if it refineth thy soul, 
The good of one meek thought shall outv/eigh years of torment. 
Nevertheless, wretched man, if thy bad heart be hardened in the flame, 
Being earth-bom, as of clay, and not of moulded wax, 
Judge not the hand that smiteth, as if thou wert visited in wratli ; 
Reproach thyself, for He is Justice : repent thee, for He is Mercy. 

Cease, fond caviller at wisdom, to be satisfied that every thing is wrong : 

Be sure there is good necessity, even for the flourishing of evil. 

Would the eye delight in perpetual noon ? or the ear in unqualified har- 
monies ? 

Hath winter's frost no welcome, contrasting sturdily with summer ? 

Couldst thou discern benevolence, if there were no sorrows to be soothed ? 

Or discover the resources of contrivance, if nothing stood opposed to the 
means ? 

What were power without an enemy ? or mercy without an object ? 

Or tr'.ith, where the false were impossible ? or love, where love were a 
debt ? 

The cliaractcrs of God were but idle, if all things around him were per- 
fection, 

And virtues might slumber on like death, if they lacked the opportunities 
of evil. 

There is one all-perfect, and but one ; man dare not reason of His Essence. 

But there must be deficiencies in heaven, to leave room for progression in 
bliss : 

A realm of unqualified best were a stagnant pool of being, 

And the circle of absolute perfection, the abstract cipher of indolence. 

Sin is an awful shadow, but it addeth new glories to- the fight ; 

Sin is a black foil, but it setteth off* the jewelr}^ of heaven ; 

Sin is the traitor that hath dragged the majesty of mercy into action ; 



54 • PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Sin is the whelming argument, to justify the attribute of vengeance. 

It is a deep dark thought, and needeth to be dihgently studied, 

But perchance evil was essential, that God should be seen of his creatures: 

For where perfection is not, there lacketh possible good, 

And the absence of better that might be, taketh from the praise of it is 

well : 
And creatures must be finite, and finite cannot be perfect ; 
Therefore, though in small degree, creation involveth evil, 
He chargeth his angels with folly, and the heavens are not clean in His 

sight : ^, ■ 
For every existence in t!ie universe hath either imperfection or Godhead : 
And the light that blazeth but in One, must be softened with shadow for 

the many. 
There is then good in evil ; or none could have known his Maker ; 
No spiritual intellect or essence could have gazed on his high perfections, 
No angel harps could have tuned the v/onders of his wisdom, 
No ransomed souls have praised the glories of his mercy, 
No howling fiends have shown the terrors of his justice, 
But God would have dwelt alone in the fearful solitude of holiness. 

Nevertheless, O sinner, harden not thine heart in evil ; 

Nor plume thee in imaginary triumph, because thou art not valueless as 

vile ; 
Because thy dark abominations add lustre to the charity of Light ; 
Because a wonder-working alchemy draineth elixir out of poisons ; 
Because the same fiery volcano that scorcheth and ravageth a continent, 
Hath in tlie broad blue bay cast up some petty island ; 
Because to the full demonstration of the qualities and accidents of good, 
The swarthy legions of the devil have toiled as unwitting pioneers : 
For sin is still sin ; so hateful Love doth hate it ; 
A blot on the glory of creation, which justice must wipe out. 
Sin is a loathsome leprosy, fretting the white robe of innocence ; 
A rottemiess, eating out the heart of the royal cedars of Lebanon ; 
A pestilential blast, the terror of that holy pilgrimage ; 
A rent in the sacred veil, whereby God left his temple. 
Therefore, consider thyself, thou that dost not sorrow for thy guilt : 
Fear evil, or face its enemy : dread sin, or dare justice. 

Yea, saith the Spirit : and their works do follow them ; 



OF GOOD IN THINGS EVIL. S5 

Habits, and thoughts, and deeds, are shadows and satelHtes of self. 

What I shall the claimant to a throne stand forward with a rabble rout, — 

Meanness, impiety, and lust ; riot and indolence and vanity ? 

Nay, man ! the train wherewith thou comest attend whither thou shall go ; 

A throne for a king's son, but an inner dungeon for the felon. 

For a man's works do follow him : bodily, standing in the judgment, 

Behold the false accuser, behold the slandered saint ; 

The slave, and his bloody driver ; the poor, and his generous friend ; 

The simple dupe, and the crafty knave : the nmrderer, and — his victim ! 

Yet all are in many characters ; the best stand guilty at the bar ; 

And he that seemed the worst may have most of real excuse. 

The talents unto which a man is born, be they few or many, 

Are dropped into the balance of account, working unlooked-for changes, 

And perchance tlie convict from the galleys may stand above the hermit 

from his cell, 
For that the obstacles in one outweigh the propensions in the other. 
There be, who have made themseh'es friends, yea, by unrighteous 

mammon, — 
Friends, ready waiting as an escort to those everlasting habitations ; 
Embodied in living witnesses, thronging to meet them in a cloud. 
Charity, meekness and truth, zeal, sincerity and patience. 
There be, who have made themselves foes, yea, by honest gain, 
Foes, whose plaint must have its answer, before the bright portal i« 

unbarred : 
Pride, and selfishness, and sloth, apathy, wrath, and falsehood. 
Bind to their everlasting toil many that must wear\^ in the fires. 
Love hath a power and a longing to save the gathered world. 
And rescue universal man from the hunting hell-hounds of his doings : 
Yet few, here one and there one, scanty as the gleaning after harvest, 
Are glad of the robes of praise which Mercy would fling around the 

naked ; 
But wrapping closer to their skin the poisoned tunic of their works, 
They stand in self-dependence to perish in abandonment of God. 



56 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



OF PRAYER. 

A WICKED man scorneth prayer, in the shallow sophistry of reason, 
He derideth the silly hope, that God can be moved by supplication : — 
Can the unchangeable be changed, or waver in his purpose ? 
Can the weakness of pity affect him ? Should he turn at the bidding of a 



man 



Methought he ruled all things, and ye called his decrees immutable, 
But if thus he listeneth to words, wherein is the firmness of his will ? — 
So I heard the speech of the wicked, and, lo, it was smoother than oil ; 
But I knew that his reasonings were false, for the promise of the Scripture 

is true : 
Yet was my soul in darkness, for his words were too hard for m^ ; 
Till I turned to my God in prayer, for I know he heareth always. 
Then I looked abroad on the earth, and, behold, the Lord was in all things, 
Yet saw I not his hand in aught, but perceived that he worketh by means ; 
Yea, and the power of the mean proveth the wisdom that ordained it ; 
Yea, and no act is useless, to the hurling of a stone tlirough the air. 
So I turaed my thoughts to suppHcation, and beheld the mercies of Je- 
hovah, 
And I saw sound argument was still the faithful friend of godliness j 
For as the rock of the affections is the solid approval of reason, 
Even so the temple of Religion is founded on the basis of Pliilosophy. 

Scorner, thy thoughts are weak, they reach not the summit of the matter. 
Go to, for the mouth of a child might show thee the mystery of prayer : 
Verily, there is no change in the counsels of the Mighty Ruler : 
Verily, his purpose is strong, and rooted in the depths of necessity : 
But who hath show^n thee liis purpose, who hath made known to thee his 

wiU? 
When, O gainsayer, hast tliou been schooled in the secrets of wisdom ? 
Fate is a creature of God, and all things move in their orbits, 
And that which shall surely happen is known unto him from eternity ; 
But as, in the field of nature, he useth the sinews of the ox. 
And commandeth diligence and toil, himself giving the increase, 
So, in the kingdom of his grace, granteth he omnipotence to prayer, 
For he knoweth what thou wilt ask, and what thou wilt ask aright. 



OF PRAYER. 57 

No man can pray in faith, whose praj^er is not grounded on a promise : 
Yet a good man commendeth all things to the righteous wisdom of his God : 
For those who pray in faith, trust the immutable Jehovah, 
And they who ask blessings unpromised, lean on uncovenanted mercy. 

jMmii, regard tliy prayers as a pui-pose of love to thy soul ; 
Esteem the providence that led to them as an index of God's good-will : 
►^o shalt thou pray aright, and thy words shall meet with acceptance. 
Also, in pleading for others, be thankful for the fullness of thy prayer. 
For if thou art ready to ask, the Lord is more ready to bestow. 
The salt preserveth the sea, and the saints uphold the earth ; 
Their ])rayers are the thousand pillars that prop the canopy of nature. 
Verily, an hour "without prayer, from some terrestrial mind, 
Were a curse in the calendar of time, a spot of the blackness of darkness. 
Perchance the terrible day, when the world must rock into ruins, 
Will be one unwhitened by prayer, — shall He find faith on the earth ? 
For there is an economy of mercy, as of wisdom, and power, and means; 
Neither is one blessing granted, unbesought from the treasury of good ; 
And the charitable heart of the Being, to depend upon whom is happiness, 
Never withholdeth a bounty, so long as his subject prayeth ; 
Yea, ask what thou wilt, to the second throne in heaven, 
It is thine, for whom it was appointed ; there is no limit unto prayer : 
But and if thou cease to ask, tremble, thou self-suspended creature, 
For thy strength is cut off as was Samson's : and the hour of thy doom is 
come. 

Frail art thou, O man, as a bubble on the breaker, 
Weak and go\'erned by externals, like a poor bird caught in the storm ; 
Yet thy momentary breath can still the raging waters, 
Thy hand can toiich a lever that may move the world. 
O Merciful, we strike eternal covenant with thee. 
For man may take for his ally the King who ruleth kings ; 
How strong, yet how most weak, in utter poverty how rich, 
AVhat possible omnipotence to good is dormant in a man ! 
Behold that fragile form of delicate transparent beauty, 
Whose light-blue eye and hectic cheek are lit by the balefires of decline, 
All droopingly she lieth, as a dew-laden hly, 
Her flaxen tresses, rashly luxuriant, dank with unhealthy moisture : 
Hath not tiiy heart said of her, Alas ! poor child of weakness ? 

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56 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Thou hast erred ; Goliath of Gath stood not in half her strength : 
Terribly she fighteth in the van as the virgin daughter of Orleans, 
She beareth the banner of heaven, her onset is the rushing cataract, 
Seraphim rally at her side, and the captain of that host is God, 
And the serried ranks of evil are routed by the lightning of her eye ; 
She is the King's remembrancer, and steward of many blessings. 
Holding the buckler of security over her unthankful land ; 
For that weak fluttering heart is strong in faith assured, 
Dependence is lier might, and behold — she prayeth. 

Angels are round the good man, to catch the incense of his prayers, 

And they fly to minister kindness to those for whom he pleadeth ; 

For the altar of his heart is lighted, and burneth before God continually. 

And he breatheth, conscious of his joy, the native atmosphere of heaven ; 

Yea, though poor, and comtemned, and ignorant of this world's wisdom ; 

III can his fellows spare him, though they know not of his value; 

Thousands bewail a hero, and a nation mourneth for its king. 

But the wliole universe lamenteth the loss of a man of prayer. 

Verily, were it not for One, who sitteth on his rightful throne, 

Crowned with a rainbow of emerald, ('') the grten memorial of earth, — 

For one, a mediating man, that hath clad his Godhead with mortality, 

And offereth prayer without ceasing, the royal priest of Nature, 

Matter and life and mind had sunk into dark annihilation, 

And the lightning frown of Justice withered the world into nothing. 

Thus, O worshipper of reason, thou hast heard th* sum of the matter ; 

And woe to his hairy scalp that restraineth prayer before God. 

Prayer is a creature's strength, his very breath and being ; 

Prayer is the golden key that can open the wicket of Mercy ; 

Prayer is the magic sound that saith to Fate, So be it ; 

Prayer is the slender nerve that moveth the muscles of Omnipotence. 

Wherefore, pray, O creature, for many and great are thy wants ; 

Thy mind, thy conscience, and thy being, thy rights commend thee unto 

prayer, 
The cure of all cares, the grand panacea for all pains. 
Doubt's destroyer, ruin's remedy, the antidote to all anxieties. 

So then, God is true, and yet He hath not changed : 

It is he that sendeththe petition, to answer it according to his will. 



THE LORD'S PRAYER. 59 



THE LORD'S PRAYER. 

Inquirest thou, O man, v/herewitlial may I come unto the Lord ? 

And with what wonder-working sounds may I move the majesty of heaven ? 

There is a model to thy hand ; upon that do thou frame thy supplication ; 

Wisdom hath measured its words, and redemption urgetli thee to use them. 

Call thy God thy Father, and yet not thine alone, 

For thou art but one of many, thy brotherhood is with all : 

Remember his high estate, that he dwelleth King of Heaven ; 

So shall thy thoughts be humbled, nor love be unmixed with reverence : 

Be thy first petition unselfish, the lionour of Him who made thee, 

And that in the depths of thy heart his memory be shrined in holiness : 

Pray for that blessed time when good shall triumph over evil, 

And one universal temple echo the perfections of Jehovah : 

Bend thou to his good-will, and subserve his holy purposes, 

Till in thee, and those around thee, grow a little heaven upon earth : 

Humbly as a grateful almsman, beg thy bread of God, — 

Bread for thy triple estate, for thou hast a trinity of nature : 

Humility sniootheth the way, and gratitude softeneth the heart, 

Be then thy prayer for pardon mingled with the tear of penitence ; 

Yea, and while, all unworthy, thou leanest on the hand that should smite, 

Thou canst not from thy fellows withhold thy less forgiveness. 

To thy Father thy weaknesses are known, and thou hast not hid thy sin, 

Therefore ask him, in all trust, to lead thee from the dangers of temptation ; 

While the last petition of the soul that breatheth on the confines of prayer 

Is deliverance from sin and the evil one, the miseries of earth and hell. 

And wherefore, child of hope, should the rock of thy confidence be sure ? 

Thou knowest that God heareth, and promiseth an answer of peace ; 

Thou knowest that he is King, and none can stay his hand ; 

Thou knowest his power to be boundless, for there is none other : 

And to Him thou givest glory, as a creature of his workmanship and favour, 

For the never-ending term of thy saved and bright existence. 



60 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



OF DISCRETION 



With daily toil for daily bread, with sordid pains and pleasures ? — 

To walk this chequered world, alternate light and darkness, 

The day dreams of deep thought followed by the night-dreams of fancy ? — • 

To be one in a full procession ? — ^to dig my kindred clay ? — 

To decorate the gallery of art ? — to clear a few acres of forest ? 

For more tlian these, my soul, thy God hath lent thee life. 

Is then that noble end to feed this mind with knowledge, 

To mix for mine own thirst the sparkling wine of wisdom, 

To light with many lamps the caverns of my heart, 

To reap, in the furrows of my brain, good harvest of right reasons ?— 

For more than these, my soul, tliy God hath lent thee life. 

Is it to grov/ stronger in self-government, to check the chafing will, 

To curb with tightening rein the mettled steeds of passion. 

To welcome with calm heart, far in the voiceless desert, 

The gracious visitings of heaven that bless my single self? 

For more than these, my soul, thy God hath lent theo life. 

To aim at thine own happiness, is an end idolatrous and evil : 

In earth, yea in heaven, if thou seek it for itself, seeking thou shalt not find. 

Happiness is a roadside flower, growing on the highways of Usefulness ; 

Plucked, it shall vrither in thy hand ; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit ; 

Love not thine own soul, regard not thine own weal, 

Trample the thyme beneath thy feet ; be useful, and be happy I 

Thus unto fair conclusions argueth generous youth, 

And quickly he starteth on his course, knight-errant to do good. 

His sword is edged v/ith arguments, his vizor terrible with censures ; 

He goeth full mailed in faith, and zeal is ilaniing at his heart. 

Yet one thing he lacketh. the Mentor of the mind. 

The quiet whisper of Discretion — Thy time is not yet come. 

For he smiteth an oppressor ; and vengeance for that smiting 

Is dealt in double stripes on the faint body of the victim : 

He is glad to give and to distribute ; and clamorous pauperism feasteth, 

While honest labour, pining, hideth Ms Gharp ribs : 

He challengeth to a fair field that subtle giant Infidelity, 



OF DISCRETION. «1 

And worsted in the unequal fight, strengthened! the hands of error : 

He hasleth to teach and preach, as the war-horse rusheth to tlie battle, 

And to pave a way for trutli, would break up the Apennines of prejudice : 

He wearieth by stale proofs, where none looked for a reason. 

And to the listening ear will urge the false argument of feeling. 

So hath it often been, that, judging by results, 

The hottest friends of trutli have done her deadliest wrong, 

Alas I for there are enemies without, glad enough to parley with a traitor, 

And a zealot will let down the drawbridge, to prove his own prowess : 

Yea, from within will he break away a breach in the citadel of -truth 

That he may fill the gap, for fame, with his own weak body. 

Zeal without judgment is an e\il, though it be zeal unto good : 
Touch not the ark with unclean hand, yea, though it seem to totter. 
There are evil who work good, and there are good who work evil, 
And foolish backers of wisdom have brought on her many reproaches. 
Truth hath more than enough to combat in the minds of all men, 
For the mist of sense is a thick veil, and sin hath warped their wills ; 
Yet dotli an officious helper awkwardly prevent her victory, — 
These thy wounded hands were smitten in the house of friends :^ 
To point out a meaning in her words, he will blot those words with his 

finger; 
And winnow chaff into the eyes, before he hath wheat to show : 
He will heap sturdy logs on a faint expiring fire, 
And with a room in flames, will cast the casement open ; 
By a shoulder to the wheel downhill harasseth the labouring beast, 
And where obstruction were needed, will harm by an ill-judged thrusting-on. 
A vessel foundereth at sea, if a storm have unshipped the rudder ; 
And a mind with much sail shall require hea\y ballast. 
Take a lever by the middle, thou shalt seem to prove it powerless, 
Argue for truth indiscreetly, thou shalt toil for falsehood. 
There is plenty of room for a peaceable man in the most thronged assembly ; 
But a quarrelsome spirit is straitened in the open field : 
Many a teacher, lacking judgment, hindereth his own lessons ; 
And tlie savoury mess of pottage is spoiled by a bitter herb : 
The garment woven of a piece is raslily torn by schism, 
Because its unwise claimants will not cast lots for its possession. 

Piscretion guide thee on thy way, noble-minded youth. 



62 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Help thee to humour hifiniiities, to wink at innocent errors, 

To take small count of forms, to bear with prejudice and fancy : 

Discretion guard thine asking, discretion aid thine answer, 

Teach thee that well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech, 

Whisper thee, thou art Weakness, tliough t/iy cause be strength, 

And tell thee, the keystone of an arch can be loosened with least labour 

from within. 
The snows of Hecla lie around its troubled smoking Geysers ; 
Let the cool streams of prudence temper the hot spring of zeal : 
So shalt thgu gain tliine honourable end, nor lose the midway prize ; 
So shall thy life be useful, and thy young heart happy. 



OF TRIFLES.. 

Yet once more, saith the fool, yet once, and is it not a little one ? 
Spare me this folly yet an hour, for what is one among so many ? 
And he blindeth his conscience with lies, and stupefieth his heart with 

doubts ; — 
Wliom shall I harm in this matter ? and a little ill breedeth much good ; 
My thoughts, are they not mine own ? and they leave no mark behind them ; 
And if God so pardoneth crime, how should these petty sins affect him ? — 
So 'he transgresseth yet again, and falleth by little and little, 
Till the ground crumble beneath him, and he sinketh in the gulf despairing. 
For there is nothing in the earth so small that it may not produce great 

things. 
And no swerving from a right line, that may not lead eternally astray. 
A landmark tree wa> once a seed, and the dust in the balance maketh a 

difference ; 
And the cairn is heaped high by each one flinging a pebble : 
The dangerous bar in the harbour's mouth is only grains of sand ; 
And the shoal that hath wrecked a navy is the work of a colony of worms : 
Yea, and a despicable gnat may madden the mighty elephant ; 
And the living rock is worn by the diligent flow of the brook. 
Little art thou, O man, and in trifles thou contendest with thine equals, 
For atoms must crowd upon atoms, ere crime groweth to be a giant. 



OF TRIFLES. 83 

What, is thy servant a dog ? — not yet wilt thou grasp the dagger, 

Not yet wilt thou laugh with the scoffers, not yet betray the innocent : 

But, if thou nourish in thy heart the reveries of injury or passion, 

And travel in mental heat the mazy labjTinths of guilt, 

And then conceive it possible, and then reflect on it as done, 

And use, by little and little, thyself to regard thyself a villain. 

Not long will crime be absent from the voice tliat doth invoke him to thy 

heart, 
And bitterly wilt thou grieve, that the buds have ripened into poison. 

A spark is a molecule of matter, yet it may kindle the world ; 

Vast is the mighty ocean, but drops have made it vast. 

Despise not thou a small thing, either for evil or for good ; 

For a look may work thy ruin, or a word create thy wealth : 

The walking this way or that, the casual stopping or hastening, 

Hath saved life, and destroyed it, hath cast down and built up fortunes. 

Commit thy trifles unto God, for to him is nothing trivial ; 

And it is but the littleness of man that seeth no greatness in a trifle. 

All things are infinite in parts, and the moral is as the material, 

Neither is any thing vast, but it is compacted of atoms. 

Thou art wise, and slialt find comfort, if thou study thy pleasure in trifles, 

For slender joys, often repeated, fall as sunsliine on the heart : 

Thou art wise, if thou beat off petty troubles, nor suffer their stinging to 

fret thee : 
Thrust not thine hand among the thonis, but with a leathern glove. 
Regard nothing lightly which the wisdom of Providence hath ordered ; 
And therefore, consider all things that happen unto thee or unto others. 
The warrior that stood against a host, may be pierced unto death by a 

needle ; 
And the saint that feareth not the fire, may perish the victim of a thought. 
A mote in the gunner's eye is as bad as a spike in the gun ; 
And the cable of a furlong is lost through an ill-wrought inch. 
The streams of small pleasures fill the lake of happiness : 
And the deepest wretchedness of life is continuance of I3etty pains. 
A fool observeth nothing, and seemeth wise unto himself; 
A wise man heedeth all things, and in his own eyes is a fool : 
He that ^\'onuereth at notliing hath no capabilities of bliss ; 
But he that scrutinizeth trifles hath a store of pleasure to his hand. 
If pestilence stalk through the land, ye say, This is God's doing ; 



64 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Is it not also His doing, when an aphis creepeth on a rose-bud ? — 

If an avalanche roll from its Alp, ye tremble at the will of Providence ; 

Is not that will concerned when the sear leaves fall from the poplar ? — 

A thing is great or little only to a mortal's thinking, 

But abstracted from the body, all things are alike important : 

The Ancient of Days noteth in his book the idle converse of a creature 

And happy and wise is the man to whose thought existeth not a trifle. 



OF RECREATION. 

To join advantiige to amusement, to gather profit with pleasure, 

Is the wise man's necessary aim, when he lieth in the shade of recre 

ation, 
For he cannot fling aside his mind, nor bar up the floodgates of his wisdom ; 
Yea, though he strain after folly, his mental monitor shall check him : 
For knowledge and ignorance alike have laws essential to their being, — 
The sage studieth amusements, and tlie simple laugheth in his studies. 
Few, but full of understanding, are the books of the library of God, 
And fitting for all seasons are the gain and the gladness they bestow : 
The volume of mystery and Grace, for the hour of deep communings, 
When the soul considereth intensely the startling marvel of itself: 
The book of destiny and Providence for the time of sober study, 
When the mind gleaneth wisdom from the olive grove of history : 
And the cheerful pages of Nature, to gladden the pleasant holiday, 
Wlien the task of duty is complete, and the lieart swelleth high with sat- 
isfaction. 
The soul may not safely dwell too long with the deep things of futurity ; 
The mind may not always be bent back, like tlie Parthian, straining at the 

pastiC") 
And, if thou art wearied with wrestling on the broad arena of science, 
Leave awhile thy friendly foe, half vanquished in the dust, 
Refresh thy jaded limbs, return with vigour to the strife, — 
Thou shalt easier find thyself his master, for the vacant interval of leisure. 

That which may profit and amuse is gathered from the volume of creation, 



OF RECREATION. 65 

For every chapter therein teemeth with the playfulness of wisdom. 

The elements of all things are the same, though nature hath mixed them 

with a difference, 
And Learning delighteth to discover the affinity of seeming opposites : 
So out of great things and small draweth he the secrets of the universe. 
And argueth the cycles of the stars, from a pebble flung by a a child. 
It is pleasant to note all plants, from the rush to the spreading cedar, 
From the giant king of palms, ('") to the lichen tliat staineth its stem : 
To watch the workings of instinct, that grosser reason of brutes, — 
The river-horse browsing in the jungle, the plover screaming on the 

moor. 
The cayman, basldng on a mud-bank, and the v^^airus anchored to an 

iceberg. 
The dog at his master's feet, and the milk-kine lowing in the meadow ; 
To trace the consummate skill that hath modelled the anatomy of insects, 
Small fowls that sun their wings on the petals of wild flowers ; 
To learn a use in the beetle, and more than a beauty in the butterfly ; 
To recognize affection in a moth, and look with admiration on a spider. 
It is glorious to gaze upon the firmament, and see from far the mansions 

of the blest, 
Each distant shining world, a kingdom for one of the redeemed ; 
To read the antique history of earth, stamped upon those medals in the 

rocks 
Which Design hath rescued from decay, to tell of the green infancy of 

time ; 
To gather from the unconsidered shingle mottled star-like agates, 
Full of unstoried flowers in the bubbling bloom-chalcedony : 
Or gay and curious shells, fretted with microscopic carving. 
Corallines, and fresh seaweeds, spreading forth their delicate branches. 
It is an admirable lore, to learn the cause in the change. 
To study the chemistry of Nature, her grand,_but simple secrets. 
To search out all her wonders, to track the resources of her skill, 
To note her kind compensations, her unobtrusive excellence. 
In all it is wise happiness to see the well-ordained lav/s of Jehovali, 
The harmony that filleth all his mind, the justice that tempereth his 

bounty, 
The wonderful all-prevalent analogy that testifieth one Creator, 
The broad arrow of the Great King, carv^ed on all the stores of his arsenaL 
But beware, O worshipper of God, thou forget not him in his dealings, 



66 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Though the bright emanations of his power hide liim in created glory ; 
For if, on the sea of knowledge, thou regardest not the pole-star of reli- 
gion, 
Thy bark will miss her port, and run upon the sandbar of folly : 
And if, enamoured of the means,. thou considerest not the scope to which 

they tend. 
Wherein art thou wiser than the child, that is pleased witli toys and 

baubles ? 
Verily, a trifling scholar, thou heedest but the letter of instruction : 
For .as lAotive is spirit unto action, as memory endeareth place, 
As the sun doth fertilize the earth, as affection quickeneth the heart, 
So is the remembrance of God in the varied wonders of creation. 

Man hath found out inventions, to cheat him of the weariness of life, 

To help him to forget realities, and hide the misery of guilt. 

For love of praise, and hope of gain, for passion and delusive happiness, 

He joineth the circle of folly, and heapeth on the fire of excitement ; 

Oftentimes sadly out of heart at the tiresome insipidity of pleasure, 

Oftentimes labouring in vain, convinced of the palpable deceit ; 

Yet a man speaketh to his brother, in the voice of glad congratulation, 

And thinketh otliers happy, though he himself be wretched : 

And hand joineth hand to help in the toil of amusement. 

While the secret aching heart is vacant of all but disappointment. 

The cheapest pleasures are the best ; and nothing is more costly than sin ; 

Yet we mortgage futurity, counting it but little loss ; 

Neither can a man delight in that which breedeth sorrow, 

Yet do we hunt for joy even in the fires that consume it. 

Whoso would find gladness may meet her in the hovel of poverty, 

Where benevolence hath scattered around t\w gleanings of the horn of 

plenty ; 
Whoso would sun himself in peace, may be seen of her in deeds of mercy, 
When the pale lean cheek of the destitute is wet with grateful tears. 
If tlie mind is wearied by stud}^ or the body worn with sickness. 
It is well to lie fallow for a while, in the vacancy of sheer amusement ; 
But when thou prosperest in health, and thine intellect can soar untired, 
To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on the couch of indolence. 



THE TRAIN OF RELIGION. 67 



THE TRAIN OF RELIGION. 

Stay awhile, tlion blessed band, be entreated, daughters of heaven ! 
While the chance-met scholar of Wisdom learneth your sacred names : 
He is resting a little from his toil, yet a little on the borders of earth, 
And lain would he have you his friends, to bid him glad welcome hereafter. 
Who among the glorious art thou, that walkest a Goddess and a Queen, 
Thy crown of living stars, and a golden cross thy sceptre ? 
Wlio among flowers of loveliness is she, thy seeming herald, 
Yet she boastet.h not thee nor herself, and her garments are plain in their 

neatness ? 
Wherefore is there one among the train, whose eyes are red with weeping, 
Yet is her open forehead beaming with the sun of ecstasy ? 
And who is that blood-stained warrior, with glory sitting on his crest ? 
And who that solemn sage, calm in majestic dignity ? 
Also, in the lengthening troop see I some clad in robes of triumph. 
Whose fair and sunny faces I have known and loved on earth : 
Welcome, ye glorified Loves, Graces, and Sciences, and Muses, 
That, like sisters of charity, tended in this world's hospital ; 
Welcome, for verily I knew, ye could not but be children of the liglit. 
Though earth hath soiled your robes, and robbed you of half your glory ; 
Welcome, chiefly welcome, for I find I have friends in heaven. 
And some I might scarce have looked for, as thou, light-hearted Mirth ; 
Thou, also, star-robed Urania ; and thou, with the curious glass. 
That rejoicedst in tracking wisdom where the eye was too dull to note it ; 
And art thou too among the blessed, mild, much injured Poetry ? 
Who quickenest with light and beauty the leaden iace of matter. 
Who not unheard, though silent, fillest earth's gardens with music, 
And not unseen, though a spirit, dost look down upon us from the stars,— 
That hast been to me for oil and for wine, to cheer and uphold my soul, 
When wearied, battling with the surge, the stunning surge of life : 
Of thee, for well have I loved thee, of thee may I ask in hope, 
Who among the glorious is she, that walketh a Goddess and a Queen ? 
And who that fair-haired herald, and who that weeping saint ? 
And who that mighty v/arrior, and v/ho that solemn sage ? 

Son, happy art thou that Wisdom hath led thee hitherward ; 



$8 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

For, otherwise never hadst thou known the joy-giving name of our Queen. 
Behold her, the hfe of men, the anchor of their shipwrecked hopes : 
Behold her, the shepherdess of souls, who bringeth back the wanderers to 

God. 
And for that modest herald, she is named on earth. Humility: 
And hast thou not known, my son, the tearful face of Repentance ? 
Faith is yon time-scarred hero, walking in the shade of his laurels ; 
And Reason, the serious sage, who follov/eth the footsteps of Faith : 
And we, all we, are but handmaids, ministers of minor bliss, 
Who rejoice to be counted servants in the train of a Queen so glorious. 
But for her name, son of man, it is strange to the language of heaven, 
For those who have never fallen need not and may not learn it : 
Liegeance we sware to our God, and liegeance well have we kept ; 
It is only the band of the redeemed who can tell thee the fullness of that 

name; ('^) 
Yet will I comfort thee, my son, for the love wherewith thou hast loved 

me. 
And thou shalt touch for thyself the golden sceptre of Religion. 

So that blessed train passed by me ; but the vision was sealed upon my 

soul ; 
And its memory is shrined in fragrance, for the promise of the Spirit was 

true : 
I leani from the silent poem of all creation round mc. 
How beautiful their feet, who follow in that train. 



OF A TRINITY. {'') 

DespIse not, shrevv-d reckoner, the God of a good man's worship, 
Neither let thy calculating folly gainsay the unity of three ; 
Nor scorn another's creed, although he cannot solve thy doubts : 
Reason is the follower of faith, where he may not be precursor : 
It is written, and so we believe, waiting not for outward proof. 
Inasmuch as mysteries inscrutable are the clear prerogatives of Godhead. 
Reason hath nothing positive, faith hath nothing doubtful ; 
And the height of unbelieving wisdom is to question all things. 



OF A TRINITY. 69 

When there is marvel in a doctrine, faith is joyful and adoreth ; 
But when all is clear, what place is left for faith ? 
Tell me the sum of thy knowledge, — is it yet assured of any thing ? 
Despise not what is wonderful, when all things are wonderful around thee. 
From the multitude of like eifects, thou sayest, behold a law : 
And the matter thou art batiled in unmaking, is to thy mind an element. 
Then look abroad, I pray thee, for analogy holdeth every where. 
And the Maker hath stamped his name on every creature of his hand : 
I know not of a matter or a spirit, that is not three in one. 
And truly should account it for a marvel, a coin v/ithout the image of its 
Ca3sar. 

Man talketh of himself as ignorant, but judgeth by himself, as wise : 

His own guess counteth he truth, but the notions of another are his scorn . 

But bear thou yet with a brother, whose thought may bs less subtle than 

thine own. 
And suffer the passing speculation suggested by analogies to faith. 
Like begetteth like, and the great sea of Existence 
In each of its uncounted waves holdeth up a mirror to its Maker : 
Like begetteth like, and the spreading tree of being 
With each of its trefoil leaves pointeth at the trinity of God. 
Let him whose eyes have been unfilmed, read this homily in all things, 
And thou, of duller sight, despise not him that readeth : 
There be three grand principles ; life, generation, and obedience ; 
Shadowing in every creature, the Spirit, and the Father, and the Son. 
There be three grand unities, variously mixed in trinities, 
Three catholic divisors of the million sums of matter : 
Yea, though science hath not seen it, climbing the ladder of experiment. 
Let faith, in the presence of her God, promulgate the mighty truth. 
Of three sole elements all nature's works consist : 

The pine, and the rock to which it clingeth, and the eagle sailing around it ; 
The lion, and the northern whale, and the deeps wherein he sporteth ; 
The lizard sleeping in the sun ; the lightning flashing from a cloud ; 
The rose, and the ruby, and the pearl ; each one is made of three ; 
And the three be the like ingredients, mingled in diverse measures. 
Thyself hast within thyself body, and life, and mind : 
Matter, and breath, and instinct, unite in all beasts of the field ; 
Substance, coherence and weight, fashion the fabrics of the earth ; 
The will, the doing, and the deed, combine to frame a fact : 



70 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

The stem, tlie leaf, and the flower ; beginning, middle, and end ; 
Cause, circumstance, consequent ; and every three is one. 
Yea, the very breath of man's life consisteth of a trinity of vapours, 
And the noonday ligiit is a compound, the triune shadow of Jehovah. (*°) 

Shall all things else be in mystery, and God alone be understood ? 
Shall finite fathom infinity, though it sound not the shallows of creation ? 
Shall a man comprehend liis Maker, being yet a riddle to himself? 
Or time teach the lesson that eternity cannot master ? 
If God be nothing more than one, a child can compass tlie thought ; 
But seraphs fail to unravel the wondrous unity of three. 
One verily He is, for there can be but one who is all-mighty ; 
Yet the oracles of nature and religion proclaim Him three in one. 
And where were the value to thy soul, O miserable denizen of eaith, 
Of the idle pageant of the cross, where hung no sacrifice for thee ? 
Where the worth to thine impotent heart, of that stirred Bethesda, 
All numbed and palsied as it is by the scorpion stings of sin ? 
No, thy trinity of nature, enchained by treble death, 
Helplessly craveth of its God, himself for three salvations : 
The soul to be reconciled in love, the mind to be glorified in light, 
While this poor dying body leapeth into life. 
And if indeed for us all the costly ransom hath been paid, 
Bethink thee, could less than Deity have owned so vast a treasure ? 
Could a man contend with God, and stand against the bosses of His buckler, 
Rendering the balance for guilt, atonement to the uttermost ? 
rhou art subtle to thine own thinking, but wisdom judgeth thee a fool, 
Resolving thou wilt not bow the knee to a Being thou canst not compre- 
hend : 
The mind that could compass perfection were itself perfection's equal ; 
And reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood. 

Thou that despisest mystery, yet canst expound nothing, 

Wherefore rejectest thou the fact that solveth the enigma of all things ? 

Wherefore veilest thou thine eyes, lest the light of revelation sun them, 

And puttest aside the key tliat would open the casket of truth ? 

The mind and the nature of God is shadowed in all his works, 

And none could have guessed of his essence, had He not uttered it himself. 

Therefore, thou child of folly, that scorjiest the record of his wisdom, 

Learn from the consistencies of nature the needful miracle of Godhead : 



OF THINKING. 71 

Yea, let the heathen be thy teaclicr, who adoreth many gods, 

For there is no wide-spread error that hath not truth for its beginning. 

Be content ; thine eye cannot see all the sides of a cube at one view, 

Nor thy mind in the self-same moment follow two ideas : 

There are now many marvels in thy creed, believing what thou seest. 

Then let not the conceit of intellect hinder thee from worshipping mystery. 



OF THINKING. 

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance, 

But reverie is the same flower, when rank and running to seed. 

Better to read little with thought, than mnch with levity and quickness ; 

For mind is not as merchandise, which decreaseth in the using. 

But liker to the passions of man, which rejoice and expand in exertion : 

Yet live not wholly on thine own ideas, lest they lead thee astray , 

For in spirit, as in substance, thou art a social creature ; 

And if thou leanest on thyself, thou rejectcst the guidance of thy betters, 

Yea. thou contemnest all men, — Am I not wiser fhan they ? 

Foolish vanity hath blinded thee, and warped thy weak judgment ; 

For, though new ideas flow from new springs, and enrich the treasury of 

knowledge. 
Yet listen often, ere thou think much ; and look around thee ere thou 

judgest. 
Memory, the daugter of Attention, is the teeming mother of Wisdom, 
And safer is he that storeth knowledge, than he that would make it for 

himself. 

IniJigination is not thought, neither is fancy reflection : 

Thought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as an eagle : 

Reflection sternly considereth, nor is sparing to condemn evil. 

But fancy lightly laugheth, in the sun-clad garden of amusement. 

For the shy game of the fowler the quickest shot is the surest ; 

But with slow care and measured aim the gunner pointeth his cannon : 

So for ail less occasions, the surface thought is best, 

But to be master of the great take thou heavier metal. 

It is a good thing, and a wholesome, to search out bosom sins, 



72 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

But to be the hero of selfish imagimngs, is the subtle poison of pride : 
At night, in the stillness of thy chamber, guard and curb thy thoughts, 
And in recounting the doings of the day, beware that thou do it with prayer. 
Or thinking will be an idle pleasure, and retrospect yield no fruit. 
Steer the bark of thy mind from the syren isle of reverie. 
And let a watchful spirit mingle with the glance of recollection : 
Also, in examining thine heart, in sounding the fountain of thine actions. 
Be more careful of the evil than of the good ; and humble thyself in thy sin. 

The root of all wholesome thought is knowledge of thyself, 

For thus only canst thou learn the character of God toward thee. 

He made thee, and thou art ; he redeemed thee, and thou wilt be : 

Thou art evil, yet he loveth thee : thou sinnest, yet he pardoneth thee. 

Though thou canst not perceive him, yet is he in all his works, 

Infinite in grand outline, infinite 4n minute perfection ; 

Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all his attributes; 

Art is the shadow of his wisdom, and copieth his resources. 

Thou knowest the laws of matter to be emanations of his will, 

And thy best reason for aught is this, — thou, Lord, would have it so. 

Yea, what is any law but an absolute decree of God ? 

Or the properties of matter and mind, but the arbitrary fiats of Jehovah ? 

He made and ordained necessity ; he forged the chain of reason ; 

And holdcth in his own right hand the first of the golden links. 

A fool regardeth mind as the spiritual essence of matter, 

And not rather matter as the gross accident of mind. 

(yan finite govern infinite, or a part exceed the whole. 

Or the wisdom of God sit down at the feet of innate necessity ? 

Necessity is a creature of his hand : for He can never change ; 

And chance hath no existence where every thing is needful. 

Canst thou measure Oiii nipotence, canst thou conceive Ubiquity, 

Which guideth the meanest reptile, and quickeneth the brightest seraph, 

Which steereth tlie pjirticles of dust, and commandeth the path of the 

comet ? 
To Him all things are equal, for all things are necessary. 
The smith is weary at his forge, and weldeth the metal carelessly, 
And the anchor breaketh in its bed, and the vessel foundereth with her 

crew : 
A word of anger is muttered, engendering the midnight murder : 



OF THINKING. 73 

Tlie sun biir!*teth from a cloud, and maddeneth the toiling husbandman. 

Shall these things be, and God not know it ? 

Shall he know, and not be in thorn ? shall he see, and not be among them ? 

And how can they be otherwise than as he knoweth ? 

Truly, the Lord is in all things ; verily, he worketh in all. 

Think thus, and thy tlioughts are firm, ascribing each circumstance to 

Ilim; 
Yet know surely, and believe the truth, that God willeth not e\^l : 
For adversities are bles.sings in disguise, and wickedness the Lord ab- 

horreth : 
Thrit he is in all things is an axiom, and that he is righteous in all ; 
Ascribe holiness to Him, while thou musest on the mystery of sin, 
For iniinite can grasp that which finite cannot compass. 

In works of art, think justly : what praise canst thou render unto man ? 
For he made not his own mind, nor is he the scource of contrivance. 
If a cunning workman maketh an engine that fashioneth curious works, 
Which hath the praise, the machine or its maker, — the engine, or he that 

framed it ? 
And could he frame it so subtly as to give it a v/ill and freedom, 
Endow it with complicated powers, and a glorious living soul, 
Who, while he admireth the wondrous un.lerstanding creature, 
Will not pay deeper homage to the Maker of master minds '^ 
Othervvise, thou art senseless as the pagan, that adoreth his own handi- 
work ; 
Yea, while thou boastest of thy wisdom, thy mind is as the mind of the 

savage, 
For he boweth down to his idols, and thou art a v.^orshipper of self, 
Giving to the reasoning machine the credit due to its Creator. 

The keystone of thy mind, to give thy thouglits solidity. 
To bind them as in an arch, to fix them as a world in its sphere, 
Is to learn from the book of the Lord, to drink from the well of his wisdom. 
Who can condense the sun, or analyze the fullness of the Bible, 
So that its ideas be gathered, and the harvest of its wisdom be brought in ? 
That book is easy to the man who setteth his heart to understand it. 
But to the careless and profane it shall seem the foolishness of God ; 
And it is a delicate test to prove thy moral state ; 

To the humble disciple it is bread, but a st6ne to the proud and un- 
believing : 



74 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

A scorner shall find nothing but the husks, wherewith to feed his hunger 

But for the soul of the simple, it is plenty of full-ripe wheat. 

The Scripture abideth the same in the sober majesty of truth ; 

And the differing aspects of its teaching proceed from diversity in mind^. 

He that would learn to think may gain that knowledge there ; 

For the living word, as an angel, standeth at the gate of wisdom, 

And publishetb. This is the way, walk ye surely in it^ 

Religion taketh by the hand the humble pupil of repentance, 

And teacheth him lessons of mystery, solving the questions of doubt; 

She maketh man worthy of himself, of his high })rerogative of reason, 

Threadeth all the labyrinths of thought, and leadeth him to his God. 

Come hither, child of meditation, upon whose high fair forehead 

Glittereth the star of mind in its unearthly lustre. 

Hast thou nought to tell us of thine airy joys, — 

When borne on sinev/y pinions, ?trong as the western condor, 

The soul, after soaring for a while round the cloud-capped Andes of 

reflection, 
Glad in its conscious immortality, leaveth a world behind, 
To dare at one bold flight the broad Atlantic to another ? 
Hast thou no secret pangs to whisper common men, 
No dread of thine own energies, still active, day and night, 
Lest too ecstatic heat sublime thyself away, 
Or vivid horrors, sharp and clear, madden thy tense fibres ? 
In half-shaped visions of sleep hast thou not feared thy flittings, 
Lest reason, like a raking hawk, return not to thy call ; 
Nor waked to work-day life with throbbing head and heart, 
Nor welcomed early dawn to save thee from unrest ? 
For the wearied spirit lieth as a fainting maiden. 
Captive and borne away on the warrior's foam-covered steed, 
And sinketh down wounded as a gladiator on the sand, 
While the keen falchion of Intellect is cutting through the scabbard of- the 

brain. 
Imagination, like a shadowy giant looming on the twilight of the Hartz, 
Shall overwhelm Judgment with affright, and scare him from his throne : 
In a dream thou mayst be mad, and feel the fire within thee ; 
In a dream thou mayst travel out of self, and see thee with the eyes of 

another ; 
Or sleep in thine own corpse ; or wake as in many bodies : 



OF SPEAKING. 75 

Or swell, as expanded to infinity ; or sliiink, as imprisoned to a point ; 
Or among moss-grown ruins may wander with the sullen disembodied, 
And gaze upon their glassy eyes until thy heart-blood freeze. 

Alone must thou stand, O man ! a'one at the bar of judgment ; 
Alone must thou bear tliy sentence, alone nuist thou answer for thy deeds : 
Therefore it is well thou retirest often to secrecy and solitude. 
To feel that thou art accountable separately from thy fellows : 
For a crowd hideth truth from tbe eyes, society drowneth thought, 
And, being but one among many, stifleth the chidings of conscience. 
Solitude bringeth woe to the wicked, for his crimes are told out in his ear; 
But addcth peace to the good, for the mercies of his God are numbered. 
Thou mayst know if it be well with a man, — loveth he gayety or solitude ? 
For the troubled river rusheth to the sea, but the calm lake slumbereth 

among the mountains. 
How dear to the mind of the sage are the thouglits that are bred in 

loneliness, 
For there is as it were music at his heart, and ho talketh within him as 

with friends : 
But guilt maddeneth the brain, and terror glareth in the eye, 
Where, in his solitary cell, the malefactor wrestleth with remorse. 
Give me but a lodge i,n the wilderness, drop me on an island in the desert. 
And thought shall yield me happiness, though I may not increase it by 

imparting : 
For the soul never slumbereth, but is as the eye of the Eternal, 
And, mind, the breath of God, knoweth not ideal vacuity : 
At night, after weariness and watching, the body sinketh into sleep, 
But the mental eye is awake, and thou reasonest in thy dreams : 
In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the morning : 
Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory. 



OF SPEAKING. 

Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought ; 
Yet oftentimes runneth it to husk, and the grains be withered and scanty. 
Speech is reason's brother, and a kingly prerogative of man, 



76 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

That likeneth him to his Maker, wlio spake, and it was done : 

Spirit may mingle with spirit, but sense reqnireth a symbol ; 

And speech is the body of a thought, without \yhich it were not seen. 

When thou walkest, musing witli thyself, in the green aisles of the forest, 

Letter thy thinkings aloud, that they take a shape and being ; 

For he that pondereth in silence crowdeth the storehoiise of his mind, 

And though he have heaped great riches, yet is he hindered in the using. 

A man that speaketh too little, and thinketh much and deeply, 

Corrodeth his own heart-strings, and keepeth back good from his fellows ? 

A man that speaketh too much, and museth but little and lightly, 

Wasteth his mind in words, and is counted a fool among men : 

But thou, when thou hast thought, weave charily the web of meditation, 

And clothe the ideal spirit in the suitable garments of speech. 

Uttered out of time, or concealed in its season, good savoureth of evil ; 

To be secret looketh like guilt, to speak out may breed contention ; 

Often Jiavc I known the honest heart, flaming with indignant virtue, 

Provoke unneeded war by its rash ambassador, the tongue : » 

Often have I seen the charitable man go so slyly on his mission, 

Tliat those who met him in the twilight, took him for a skulking thief: 

I have heard the zealous youth telling out his holy secrets 

Before a swinish throng, who mocked him as he spake ; 

And I considered, his openness was hardening them that mocked, 

Whereas, a judicious keeping-back might have won their sympathy ; 

I have judged rashly and harshly the hand liberal in the dark. 

Because in the broad daylight it hath holden it a virtue to be close ; 

And the silent tongue have 1 condemned, because reserve hath chained it, 

That it hid. yea from a brother, the kindness it had done by comforting. 

No need to sound a trumpet, but less to hush a footfall : 

Do thou thy good openly, not as though the doing were a crime. 

Secrecy goeth cowled, and Honesty demandeth, Wherefore ? 

For he judgeth, — ^judgeth he not well ? — that nothing need be hid but 

guilt ; 
Why should thy good be evil spoken of through thine unrighteous silence ? 
If thou art challenged, speak, and prove the good thou doest. 
The free example of benevolence, unobtruded, yet unbidden, 
Soundeth in the ears of sloth. Go, and do thou likewise : 
And I wot the hypocrite's sin to be of darker dye, 
Because the good man, fearing, thereby hidetli his light : 



OF SPEAKING. 77 

But neither God nor man hath bid tliee cloak thy good, 

Wlien a seasonable word would set thee in thy sphere, that all might see 

thy brightness. 
Ascribe the honour to thy Lord, but be thou jealous of that honour, 
Nor think il light and worthless, because thou mayst not wear it for 

thyself: 
Remember thy grand prerogative is free unshackled utterance. 
And suffer not the floodgates of secrecy to lock the full river of thy 

speech. 

Come, I wiil show tliee an afiliction, uinmmbered among tiiis world's 

sorrows, 
Yet real, and wearisome, and constant, embittering tlie cup of life. 
Tiiere be, who can think vv'ithin themselves, and the hrc bumeth at their 

heart, 
And eloquence waiteth at their lips, yet they speak not with their tongue : 
There be, whom zeal rjuickenetb, or slander stirreth to reply. 
Or need constraineth to ask, or pity sendetii as her messengers. 
But nervous dread and sensitive shame freeze the current of their speech : 
The mouth is sealed as with lead, a cold weight presseth on the heart, 
The mocking promise of power is once more broken in performance, 
And they stand impotent of words, travailing with unborn thoughts : 
Courage is cowed at the portal : v» isdom is widowed of utterance ; 
He that went to comfort is pitied ; he that should rebuke, is silent. 
And fools who might listen and learn, stand by to look and laugh ; 
While friends, with kinder eyes, wou)id deeper by compassion, 
And thought, finding not a vent, smouldereth, gnavv'ing at the heart, 
And the man sinketh in his sphere, for lack of empty sounds. 
There bo many cares and sorrows thou hast not yet considered, 
And well may thy soul rejoice in the fair privilege of speech ; , 
For at every turn to want a Avord, — thou canst not guess that want ; 
It is t%s lack of breath or bread : life hath no grief more galling. 

Come, I will tell thee of a joy, which the parasites of pleasure liave not 
knovvn, 

Though earth, and air, and sea, have gorged all the appetites of sense. 

Behold, Vv'hat fire is in his eye, what fervour on his cheek ! 

That glorious burst of v/inged words ! — how bound they fi-om his tongue ! 

The full expression of the mighty thought, the strong triumphant argu- 
ment, 



78 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

The rush of native eloquence, resistless as Niagara, 

The keen demand, the clear reply, the fine poetic image, 

The nice analogy, the clenching fact, the metaphor bold and free, 

The grasp of concentrated intellect, wielding the omnipotence of truth, 

The grandeur of his speech, in his majesty of mind ! 

Champion of the right, — patriot, or priest, or pleader of the innocent 

cause, 
Upon whose lips the mystic bee hath droped the honey of persuasion, (^^) 
Whose heart and tongue have been touched, as of old, by the live coal 

from tiie altar. 
How wide the spreading of thy peace, how deep the draught of thy 

pleasures ! 
To hold the multitude as one, breathing in measured cadence, 
A thousand men with flashing eyes, waiting upon thy will ; 
A thou'oand hearts kindled by thee with consecrated lire, 
Ten flaming spiritual hecatombs offered on the mount of God : 
And now fi ])ause, a thrilling pause, — they live but in thy words, — 
Thou Jiast broken the bounds of self, as the Nile at its rising, 
Thou art expanded into them, one faith, one hope, one spirit, 
They breathe but in thy breath, their minds are passive unto thine. 
Thou turnest the key of their love, bending their affections to thy purpose, 
And all, in sympathy wifh thee, tremble with tumultuous emotions. 
Verily, O man, with truth for thy theme, eloquence shall throne thee with 

archangels. 



OF READING. 

One drachma for a good book, and a thousand talents for a true friend :■ 

So standeth the market where scarce is ever costly : 

Yea, v.'ere the diamonds of Golconda common as shingles on the shore, 

A ripe apple would ransom kings before a shining stone : 

And so, were a wholesome book as rare as an honest friend. 

To choose the book be mine : the friend let another take. 

For altered looks and jealousies and fears have none entrance there : 

The silent volume listeneth well, and speaketh when thou hstest : 



OF READING. 79 

It praiseth thy good without envy, It cliideth thine evil without mahce, 

It is to thee thy waiting slave, and thine unbending teacher. 

Need to humour no caprice, need to bear with no infirmity ; 

Thy sin, thy slander, or neglect, chilleth not, quencheth not, its love ; 

Unalterably speaketli it the truth, warped not by error nor interest ; 

For a good book is the best of friends, the same to-day and for ever. 

To draw thee out of self, thy petty plans and cautions, 

To teach thee what thou lackest, to tell thee how largely thou art blest, 

To lure thy thought from sorrow, to feed thy famished mind, 

To graft another's wisdom on thee, pruning thine own folly ; 

Choose discreetly, and well digest the volume most suited to thy case. 

Touching not religion with levity, nor deep things when thou art wearied. 

Thy mind is freshened by morning air, grapple v.ith science and phi- 
losophy ; 

Noon hath unnerved thy thoughts, dream for a while on fictions ; 

Gray evening sobereth thy spirit, walk thou then with worshippers ; 

But reason shall dig deepest in the night, and fancy fly most free. 

O books, ye monuments of mind, concrete wisdom of the wisest ; 

Sweet solaces of daily life ; proofs and results of immortality; 

Trees yielding all fruits, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations. 

Groves of knowledge, where all may eat, nor fear a flaming sword ; 

Gentle comrades, kind advisers ; friends, comforts, treasures ; 

Helps, governments, diversities of tongues ; who can weigh your worth ? — 

To walk no longer with the just ; to be driven from the porch of science j 

To bid long adieu to those intimate ones, poets, philosophers, and teachers ; 

To see no record of the sympathies which bind thee in communion with 
the good ; 

To be thrust from the feet of Him, who spake as never man spake ; 

To have no avenue to heaven but the dim aisle of superstition ; 

To live as an Esquimaux, in lethargy ; to die as the Mohawk, in ignor- 
ance : 

O what were life, but a blank ? what were death, but a terror ? 

What were man, but a burden to himself ? what were mind, but misery ? 

Yea, let another Omar burn the full library of knowledge, ('') 

And the broad world may perish in the flames, offered on the ashes of its 
wisdomi ! 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



OF WRITIXG. 

The pen of a ready ^vriU■'r. whereunto shall it be likcnrd ? 

Ask of tlie scholar, he shall know. — to the chains that bind a Proteus : 

Ask of the poet, he shall say. — to the sun, the lamp of heaven ; 

Ask of thy neighbour, he can answer, to the friend that telleth my thought : 

The merchant considereth it well, as a ship freighted with wares ; 

The divine holdeth it a miracle, giving utterance to tiie dumb. 

It tixeth. expoundetli, and disseminateth sentiment ; 

Chaining up a thought, clearing it of mystery, and sending it bright into 

the world. 
To think rightly, is of kno\Aledge ; to speak fluently, is of nature ; 
To read with profit, is of care : but to write aptly, is of practice. 
No talent among men hath more scholars and fewer masters : 
For to write is to speak beyond hearing, and none stand by to explain. 
To be accurate, write ; to remember, write ; to knov.- thine own mind, write : 
And a v.Titten prayer is a prayer of faith ; special, sure, and to be answered. 
Hast tliou a thought upon thy brain, catch it vrhile thou canst ; 
Or other thoughts sliall settle there, and thi< shail soon take wing : 
Thine uncompounded unity of soul, which argueth and maketh it i-.nmortal, 
Yieldeth up its momentar}' self to every single thougiit ; 

Therefore, to husband thine ideas. ;uid mve them stabiiitv and substance 

^ - ' t? . , 

Write often for tliy secret eye : so shalt tliou grow wiser. 

The commonest mind is full of thoughts : some worthy of tlie rarest ; 

And could it see them fairly writ, would wonder at its wealtli. 

O precious compensation to the dimib, to write his wants and wislies ! 

O dear amends to the stammering tongue, to pen his burning thoughts ! 

To be of the college of Eloquence, througli these silent synilwls ; 

To pour out all tlie flowing mind withoiit tiie toil of speecli ; 

To show the babbling \vorld how it might discourse more sweetly ; 

To prove that merchandise of words bringeth no monopoly of wisdom ; 

To take sweet vengeance on a prating crew, for the tongue's dishonour, 

By the large triumpli of the pen, the homage rendered to a writing. 

With such, that telegraph of mind is dearer than wealth or wisdom, 

Enabhng to please witliout pain, to impart without humiliation. 

Fair girl, whose eye hath caught the rustic penmanship of love, 



OF WRITING. 81 

Let thy bright bow and blushing cheek confess in this sweet hour, — 
Let tliy full heart, poor guilty one, whom the scroll of pardon hath just 

reached. — 
Tliy wet glad face, O mother, with news of a far-off child, — 
Thy strong ajid manly delight, pilgrim of other shores, 
\\'jien tlie dear voice of thy betrothed speaketh in tiie letter of atfection. — 
I^et the young poet exultmg in his lay, and hope (how false) of fame, 
\\Tiilo, watching at deep midnight, he buildeth up the verse, — 
Let the calm cMld of genius, who^e name shall never die, 
For that the transcript of liis mind hatli made his thoughts immortal, — 
Let these, let all, with no taint praise, witli no light gratitude, confess 
The blessings poured upon tlie earth from the pen of a ready writer. 

Moreover, their preciousness in absence is proved by tlie desire of their 

presence : 
When the despairing lover waiteth day after day, 
Looking for a word in reply, one word writ by that hand, 
iVnd cursing bitterly the morn ushered in by blank disappointment : 
Or when the long-looked-for answer argueth a cooling friend, 
And the mind is plied suspiciously with dark inexplicable doubts, 
While thy wounded heart counteth its imaginary scars, 
And thou art tlie innocent and injured, that friend tlie capricious and in 

fault : 
Or when tlie earnest petition, that craveth for thy needs 
L'nheeded, yea, unopened, tortureth with starving delay : 
Or when the silence of a son, who would have written of his welfare, 
Racketh a father's bosom witli sharp-cutting fears : 
For a letter, timely writ, is a rivet to the chain of affection. 
And a letter untimely delayed, is as rust to the solder. 
The pen, flowing with love, or dipped black in hate, 
Or tipped with delicate courtesies, or harshly edged witli censure, 
Hath quickened more good than the sun. moie e\il than the sword, 
More joy than woman's smile, more woe than frowning fortune ; 
And shouldst thou ask my judgment of that which hath most profit in tlie 

world, 
For answer take thou this, The prudent penning of a letter. 

Thou hast not lost an hour, whereof there is a record ; 

A \sTitten thought at nudnigbt shall redeem the livelong dav, 



82 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Idea is a shadow that departeth, speech is fleeting as the wind, 

Reading is an unremembered pastime ; but a writing is eternal : 

For tlierein the dead heart liveth, the clay-cold tongue is eloquent, 

And the quick eye of the reader is cleared by the reed of the scribe. 

As a fossil in the rock, or a coin in the mortar of a ruin, 

So the symbollcd thoughts tell of a departed soul : 

The plastic hand hath its witness in a statue, and exactitude of vision in a 

picture, 
And so. the mind, that was among us, in its writings is embalmed. 



OF WEALTH, 

Prodigality hath a sister Meanness, his fixed antagonist heart-fellow, 

Who often outliveth the sliort career of the brother she despiseth : 

She hath lean lips and a sharp look, and her eyes are red and hungry ; 

But she sloucheth at his gait, and his mouth speaketh loosely and maudlin. 

Let a spendthrift grow to be old, he will set his heart on saving. 

And labour to build up by penury that which extravagance threw down : 

Even so, with most men, do riches earn themselves a double curse ; 

They are ill-got by tight dealing : they are ill-spent by loose squandering. 

Give me enough, saith Wisdom ; — for he feareth to ask for more ; 

And that by the sweat of my brow, addcth stout-hearted Independence : 

Give me enough, and not less, for want is leagued with the tempter ; 

Poverty shall make a man desperate, and hurry him ruthless into crime ; 

Give me enough, iivA not more, saving for the children of distress ; 

Wealth ofltimos killeth, where want but hindereth the budding : 

There is green glad summer near the pole, though brief and after long 

winter, 
But the burnt breasts of the torrid zone yield never kindly nourishment. 
Wouldst thou be poor, scatter to the rich, — and reap the tares of ingratitude ; 
Wouldst thou be rich, give unto the poor ; — thou shalt have thine own 

with usury : 
For the secret hand of Providence prospercth the charitable all ways, 
Good luck shall he have in his pursuits, and his heart shall be glad within 

him: 



OF WEALTH. 83 

Yet perchance he never shall perceive, that even as to earthly gains, 
The cause of his weal, as of his joy, hath been small givings to the poor. 

In the plain of Benares is there found a root that fathereth a forest, 

Where round the parent banian-tree drop its living scions ; 

Thirstily they strain to the earth, like stalactites in a grotto, 

And strike broad roots, and branch again, lengthening their cool arcades. 

And the dervish madly danceth there, and the faquir is torturing his flesh, 

And the calm Brahmin worshippeth the sleek and pampered bull ; 

At the base lean jackalls coil, while from above depending 

With dull malignant stare watcheth the branch-like boa. 

Even so, in man's heart is a sin that is the root of all evil ; 

Whose fibres strangle the affections, whose branches overgrow the mind : 

And oftenest beneath its shadow thou shalt meet distorted piety, — 

The clenched and rigid fist, with the eyes upturned to heaven. 

Fanatic zeal with miserly severity, a mixture of gain with godliness. 

And him, against VN'hom passion hath no power, kneeling to a golden calf: 

The hungry hounds of extortion are there, the bond, and the mortgage, 

and the writ, 
While the appetite for gold, unsl umbering, watcheth to glut its maw : — 
And the heart, so tenanted and shaded, is cold to all things else ; 
It seeth not the sunshine of heaven, nor is warmed by the light of charity. 

For covetousness disbelieveth God, and laugheth at the rights of men ; 
Spurring unto theft and lying, and tempting to the poison and the knife; 
It sundereth the bonds of love, and quickeneth the flames of hate ; 
A curse that shall wither the brain, and case the heart with iron. 
Content is the true riches, for without it there is no satisfying, 
But a ravenous all-devouring hunger gnaweth the vitals of the soul. 
The wise man knoweth where to stop, as he runneth in the race of fortune, 
For experience of old hath taught him that happiness lingereth midway ; 
And many in hot pursuit have hasted to the goal of wealth, 
But have lost, as they ran, those apples of gold, — the mind and the power 
to enjoy it. 

There is no greater evil among men than a testament framed with injustice ; 
Where caprice hath guided the boon, or dishonesty refused what was due. 
Generous is the robber on the highway, in the open daring of his guilt. 
To the secret coward, whose malice liveth and harmeth after him : 



84 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Who smoothly sank into the tomb with the smile "of fraud upon his face, 
And the last black deed of his existence was injury without redress ; 
For deaf is the ear of the dead, and can hear no palliating reasons ; 
The smiter is not among the living, and Right })leadetli but in vain. 
Yet shall the curse of the oppressed be as blight upon the grave of the 

unjust ; 
Yea, bitterly shall that handwriting testify against him at the judgment. 
I saw the humble relation that tended tlie peevishness of wealth, 
And ministered with kind hand to the wailings of disease and discontent ; 
I noted how watchfulness and care were feeding on tlie marrow of her 

youth ; 
How heavy was the yoke of dependence, loaded by petty tyranny ; 
Yet I heard the frequent suggestion, — it can be but a little longer, 
Patience and mute submission shall one day reap a rich reward. 
So, tacitly enduring much, waited that humble friend, 
Putting off the lover of her youth until the dawn of wealth ; 
And it came, that day of release, and the freed heart could not sorrow, 
For now were the years of promise to yield their golden harvest : 
Hope, so long deferred, sickly sparkled in her eye, 
The miserable past was forgotten, as she looked for the happier future, 
And she checked, as unworthy and ungrateful, the dark, suspicious 

thought, 
That perchance her right had been the safer, if not \ei\ alone with honour : 
But, alas, the sad knowledge soon c<une, that her stem tcisk-master's will 
Hath rewarded her toil with a jibs, her patience with utter destitution ! — 
Shall not the scourge of justice lash that cruel coward. 
Who mingled the gall of ingratitude with the bitterness of disappointment ? 
Shall not the hate of men, and vengeance, fiercely pursuing. 
Hunt down the wretched being that sinneth in his grave ? 
He fancied his idol self safe from the wrath of his fellows, 
But Hades rose as he came in, to point at him the finger of scorn ; 
And again must he meet that orphan-maid to answer her, face to face, 
And her wrongs shall cling around his neck, to hinder him from rising 

with the just : 
For his last most solemn act hath linked his name with liar, 
And the crime of Ananias is branded on his brow ! 

A good man commendeth his cause to the one great Patron of ifl^ocepcOi 
Convinced of justice at the last, and euro of good meanwhile, 



OF WEALTH. 85 

He knoweth he hath a Guardian, wise and kind and strong, 

And can thank Him for giving, or refusing, the trust or the curse of 

riches : 
His confidence standeth as a rock ; he dreadeth not mahcc nor caprice, 
Nor the whisperings of artful men, nor en\dous secret influence ; 
He scometh servile compromise, and the pliant mouthings of deceit ; 
He maketh not a show^ of love, where he cannot concede esteem ; 
He regardeth ill-got wealth, as the root most fruitful of wretchedness, 
So he walketh in strict integrity, leaning on God and his right. 

No gain, but by its price ; labour, for the poor man's meal, 

Ofttimes heart-sickening toil, to win him a morsel for his hunger: 

labour, for the chapman at his trade, a dull unvaried round. 

Year after year, unto death ; yea, what a weariness is it I 

Labour for the pale-fiiced scribe, drudging at his hated desk, 

Who bartereth for needful pittance the untold gold of health ; 

Labour, with fear, for the merchant, whose hopes are ventured on the 

sea ; 
Labour, with care, for the man of law, responsible in his gains ; 
Labour, Avith envy and annoyance, where strangers will thee v^ealth ; 
Labour, with indolence and gloom, Ayhere wealth falleth from a father ; 
Labour, unto all, whether aching thews, or aching head, or spirit, — 
The curse on the sons of men, in all their states, is labour. 
Nevertheless, to the diligent, labour bringetli blessing ; ] 

The thought of duty sweeteneth toil, and travail is as pleasure ; \ 

And time spent in doing hath a comfort that is not for the idle ; ■ 

The hardship is transmuted into joy, by the dear alchemy of Mercy. 
Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest. 
And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless : ^ 

For wearily the body groaneth, like a door on rusty hinges, I 

And the grasp of the mind is weakened, as the talons of a caged vulture. | 

Wealth hath never given happiness, but often hastened misery : ; 

.Enough hath never caused misery, but often quickened happiness : 
Enough is less than thy thought, O pampered creature of society, ; 

And he that hath more than enough, is a thief of the rights liis brother, j 



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86 • PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY, 



OF INVENTION. 

Man is proud of his mind, boasting that it giveth him divinity, 

Yet with all its powers can it originate nothing : 

For the great God into all his works hath largely poured out himself, 

Saving one special property, the grand prerogative, — Creation. 

To improve and expand is ours, as well as to limit and defeat : 

But to create a thought or a thing is hopeless and impossible. 

Can a man make matter ? — and yet this would-be god 

Thinketh to make mind, and form original idea : 

The potter must have his clay, and the mason his quarry, 

And mind must drain ideas from every thing around it. 

Doth the soil generate herbs, or the torrid air breed flies, 

Or the water frame its monads, or the mist its swarming blight ? — 

Mediately, through thousand generations, having seeds within themselves. 

All things, rare or gross, ovvn one common Father. 

Truly spake Wisdom, There is nothing new under the sim : 

We only arrange and combine the ancient elements of all things. 

Invention is activity of mind, as fire is air in motion. 

A sharpening of the spiritual sight, to discern hidden aptitudes ; 

From the basket and acanthus, is modelled the graceful capital : 

The shadowed profile on the wall helpeth the limner to his likeness : 

The footmarks stamped in clay, lead on the thoughts to printing ; 

The strange skin garments cast upon the shore suggest another hemi- 
sphere : {^^) 

A falling apple taught the sage pervading gravitation ; 

The Huron is certain of his prey, from tracks upon the grass ; 

And shrewdness, guessing on the hint, followeth on the trail ; 

But the hint must be given, the trail must be there, or the keenest sight is 
as blindness. 

Behold the barren reef, which an earthquake hath just left dry ; 

It hath no beauty to boast of, no liarvest of fair fruits : 

Bui soon the lichen fixeth there, and, dying, diggeth its own grave, (**) 

And softening suns and splitting frosts crumble the reluctant surface ; 

And cormorants roost there, and the snail addeth its slime, 

And efts, with muddy Ibet, bring their welcome tribute ; 



OF INVENTION. 87 j 

And the sea casteth out her dead, wrapped in a shroud of weeds ; j 

And orderly nature arrangeth again the disunited atoms : ^ 

Anon, the cold smooth stone is warm with feathery grass, 

And the light sporales of the fern are dropt by the passing wind. 

The wood-pigeon, on swift wing, leaveth its crop-full of grain ; 

The squirrel's jealous care planteth tlie fir-cone and the filbert; 

Years pass, and the sterile rock is rank with tangled herbage ; 

The wild vine clingeth to the brier, and ivy runneth green among the com ; 

Lordly beeches are studded on the down, and willows crowd around tlie 

rivulet ; 
And the tall pine and hazel thicket sliade the rambling hunter. ' 

Shall the rock boast of its fertility ? shall it lift the head in pride ? — 
Shall the mind of man be vain of the harvest of its thoughts ? 
The savage is that rock : and a million chances from without, \ 

By little and little acting on the mind, heap up the hotbed of society; j 

And the soul, fed and fattened on the thouglits and things around it, '- 

Groweth to perfection, full of fruit, the fruit of foreign seeds. 
For we learn upon a hint, we find upon a clue, 
We yield an hundred-fold ; but the great sower is Analogy. 
There must be an acrid sloe before a luscious peach, | 

A boll of rotting flax before the bridal veil, 
An egg before an eagle, a thought before a tiling, 

A spark struck into tinder, to light the lamp of knowledge, 1 

A slight suggestive nod to guide the watching mind, | 

A half-seen hand upon the wall, pointing to the balance of Comparison. 
By culture man may do all things, short of the miracle, — Creation : < 

Here is the limit of thy power, — here let thy pride be stayed : ■ 

The soil may be rich, and the mind may be active, but neither yield unsown ; 
The eye cannot make light, nor the mind make spirit : j 

Therefore it is wise in man to name all novelty invention : ; 

For it is to find out things that are, not to create the unexisting : ' 

It is to cling to contiguities, to be keen in catching likeness, ' 

And with energetic elasticity to leap the gulfs of contrast. j 

The globe kneweth not increase, either of matter or spirit ; 

Atoms and thoughts are used again, mixing in varied combinations ; * 

And though, by moulding them anew, thou makest them thine own, \ 

Yet have they served thousands, and all their merit is of God. ' 



88 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



OF RIDICULE. 



Seams of thought for the sage's brow, and laughing hnes for the fool's 

face ; 
For all things leave their track in the mind ; and the glass of the mind is 

taithful. 
Seest thou much mirth upon the cheek ? there is then little exercise of 

\'irtue ; 
For he that looketh on the world cannot be glad and good : 
Seest thou much gravity in the eye ? be not assured of finding v.isdom ; 
For she hath too gi-eat praise, not to get many mimics. 
There is a grave-faced folly ; and verily a laughter-loving wisdom ; 
And what, if surface-judges account it vain frivolity ?^ 
There is indeed an evil in excess, and a field may lie fallow too long ; 
Yet merriment is often as a froth, that niantleth on the strong mind : 
And note thou this for a verity, — the subtlest thinker when alone, 
From ease of thoughts unbent, will laugh the loudest v/ith his fellows : 
And well is the loveliness of wisdom mirrored in a cheerful countenance ; 
Justly the deepest pools are proved by dimpling eddies ; 
For that a true philosophy commandeth an innocent life, 
And the unguilty spirit is lighter than a Unnet's heart : 
Yea, there is no cosmetic like a holy conscience : 
The eye is bright with trust, the check bloomed over with aflection, 
The brow un wrinkled by a care, and the lip triumphant in its gladness. 

And for your grave-faced folly, need not far to look for her ; 

How seriously on trifles dote those leaden eyes, 

How ruefully she sigheth after chances long gone by, 

How sulkily she moaneth over evils without cure ! 

I have known a true-born mirth, the child of innocence and wisdom, 

I have seen a base-bora gravity, mingled of ignorance and guilt : 

And again, a base-born mirth, springmg out of carelessness and folly, 

And again, a true-born gravity, tiie product of reflection and right fear. 

The wounded partridge hideth m a furrov.', and a stricken conscience would 

be left alone ; 
But when its breast is healed, it runneth gladly with its fellowg ; 
Whereas the solitary heron, standing in tije sedgy fen. 



OF COMMENDATION. 89 

Holdeth aloof from the social world, intent on wiles end death. 

Need but of light philosophy to dare the world's dread laugh ; 

For a little mind courteth notoriety, to illustrate its puny self : 

But the sneer cS a man's own co.nradcs trieth the muscles of courage, 

And to be derided in his home is as a viper in the nest : 

The laugh of a hooting world hath in it a notion of sublimity, 

But tiie tittering private circle stingeth as a liive of wasps. 

Some have commended ridicule, counting it the test of truth. (*') 

But neither wittily nor v^'isely ; for trutli must prove ridicule : 

Otherwise a blunt bulrush is to pierce the proof armour of argument, 

Because the stoUdity of ignorance took it f^jr a barbed sliaft. 

Softer is the hide of the rliinoceros than the heart of deriding unbelief, 

And truth is idler there than the Bushman's feathered reed : 

A droll conceit parrieth a thrust that should have hit the conscience, 

And the leering looks of humour tickle the childish mind ; 

For tljat the matter of a man is mingled most with folly, 

Neither can he long endure the searching gaze of vrisdom. 

It is pleasanter to see a laughing chesk than a serious forehead, 

And there liveth not one among a thousand v/Jiose idol is not pleasure. 

Ridicule is a v/eak weapon, when le\elled at a strong mind ; 

But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. 

I^ear a nettle, and touch it tenderly, — its poison shall burn thee to the 

shoulder ; 
But grasp it with bold hand, is it not a bundle of myrrli ? 
Betray mean terror of ridicule, thou shalt tind fools enough to mock thee ; 
But answer thou their laughter with contempt, and the scoffers will lick 

tliy feet. 



OF COMMENDATION. 

The praise of holy men is a promise of praise from their Master ; 

A forerunning earnest of thy welcome, — Well done, faithfid servant ; 

A rich preludious note, that droppeth softly on thine ear. 

To tell thee the chords of thy heart are in tune v/ith the choirs of heaven. 

Yet is it a dangerous hearing, for the sweetness may lull thee into slumber. 

And the cordial quaffed with tliirst may generate the fumes of prcsumptioiu 

So seek it not for itself, but taste, and go gladly on thy way^ 



90 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

For the mariner slacketh not his sail, though the sandal-groves of Araby 
allure him ; 

And the fragrance of that incense would harm thee, as when, on a sum- 
mer evening, 

The honied yellow llowers of the brooni oppress thy charmed sense : 

And a man hath too much of praise, for he praiseth himself continually ; 

Neither lacketh he at any time self-commendation or excuse. 

Praise a fool, and slay him : for the canvas of his vanity is spread ; 

His bark is shallow in the water, and a sudden gust shall sink it : 

Praise a wise man, and speed him on his way ; for he carrieth the ballast 

of humility, 
And is glad when his Course is cheered by the sympathy of brethren ashore. 
The praise of a good man is good, for he holdeth up the mirror of Truth, 
That Virtue may see her own beauty, and deliglit in her own fair face : 
The praise of a bad man is evil, for he hideth the deformity of Vice, 
Casting the mantle of a queen around the limbs of a leper. 
Praise is rebuke to the man v.'hose conscience alloweth it not : 
And where conscience feeleth it her due, no praise is better than a little. 
He that despiseth the outward appearance, despiseth the esteem of his 

fellows ; 
And he that overmuch regardeth it, shall eani only their contempt : 
The honest commendation of an equal no one can scorn, and be blameless 
Yet even that fair fame no one can hunt for and be honoured : 
If it come, accept it and be thankful, and be thou humble in accepting ; 
If it tarry, be not thou cast down ; the bee can gather honey out of rue : 
And is thine aim so low, that the breath of those around thee 
Can speed thy feathered arrow, or retard its flight ? 
The child shooteth at a butterfly, but the man's mark is an eagle ; 
And while his fellows talk, he hath conquered in the clouds. 
Ally thee to truth and godliness, and use the talents in thy charge : 
So shalt thou walk in peace, deserving, if not having. 
With a friend, praise him when thou canst ; for many a friendship hath 

decayed. 
Like a plant in a crowded corner, for want of sunshine on its leaves : 
With another, praise liim not often — otherwise he shall despise thee ; 
But be thou frugal in commending ; so will he give honour to thy judg- 
ment: 
For thou that dost so zealously commend, art acknowledging thine own 
inferiority. 



OF COMMENDATION. '91 

And he, thou so highly hast exalted, shall proudly look down on thy 

esteem. 

Wilt thou that one remember a thing ?— praise him in the midst of thy 

advice ; 
Never yet forgat man the word v/hereby he hath been praised. 
Better to be censured by a thousand fools, than reproved but by one man 

that is wise ; 
For the pious are slower to help right, than the profane to hinder it : 
So, where tlic world rebuketfi, there look thou for the excellent, 
And be suspicious of the good, which wicked men can praise. 
The captain bindeth his troop, not more by severity than kindness, 
And justly, should recompense well-doing, as well as be strict with an 

offender ; 
The laurel is cheap to the giver, but precious in his sight who hath won it, 
And the heart of the soldier rejoiceth in the approving glance of his chief. 
Timely given praise is even better than the merited rebuke of censure. 
For the sun is more needful to the plant than the knife that cutteth out a 

canker ; 
Many a lather hath erred, in that he hatli withheld reproof. 
But more have mostly sinned, in withholding praise where it was due : 
There be many such as Eli among nvm ; but these be more culpable than 

Eli, 
Wlio chill the fountain of exertion by the freezing looks of indifference : 
Ye call a man easy and good, yet he is as a two-edged sword ; 
He rebuketh not vice, and it is strong : he comforteth not virtue, and it 

fainteth. 
There is nothing more ])otent among men than a gift timely bestowed ; 
And a gift liept back where it was hoped, separateth chief friends : 
For what is a gift but a symbol, giving substance to praise and esteem ? 
And where is a sharper arrow than the sting of unmerited neglect ? 

Expect not praise from the mean, neither gratitude from the selfish ; 

And to keep the proud thy friend, see thou do him not a service : 

For, behold, he will hate thee for his debt : thou hast humbled him by 

giving ; 
And his stubbornness never shall acknowledge the good he hath taken 

from thy hand : 
Yea, rather will he turn and be thy foe, lest thou gather from his friendship 



9Q PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

That he doth account thee creditor, and standeth in the second place ; 

Still, O kindly feeling heart, be not thou chilled by the thankless, 

Neither let the breath of gratitude fan thee into momentary heat. 

Do good for good's own sake, looking not to worthiness nor love ; 

Fling thy grain among the rocks, cast thy bread upon the waters, 

His claim be strongest to thy help who is thrown most helplessly upon 

thee, — 
So shalt thou have a better praise, and reap a richer harvest of reward. 

If a man hold fast to thy creed, and fit his thinking to thy notions, 

Thou shalt take liim for a man right-minded, yea, and excuse his evil : 

But seest tliou not, O bigot, that thy zeal is but a hunting after praise. 

And the full pleasure of a proselyte Ucth in the flattering of self ? 

A man of many praises meeteth many welcomes, 

But he ^vho blametli often, shall not keep a friend ; 

The velvet-coated apricot is one thing, and the spiked horse-chestnut is 

another ; 
A handle of smooth amber is pleasanter than rough buck-horn. 
iShovj me a popular man ; I can tell thee the secret of his pov^er ; 
He hatii soothed them with glozing words, lulling their ears with flattery ; 
The smile of seeming approbation is ever the companion of his presence, 
And courteous looks, and warm regards, earn him all tlieir hearts. 

Nothing but may be better, and every better might be best ; 

The blind may discern, and tlie simple prove, fault or want in all things ; 

And a little mind looketh on tlic lily with a microscopic eye, 

Eager and glad to pry out specks on its robe of purity ; 

But a great mind gazeth on the sun, glorying in his brightness, 

And tt'iking large knov/leuge of his good, in the broad prairie of creation : 

What, though he hatch basilisks ? what, though spots are on the sun ? 

In fullness is his worth, in fullness be his praise ! 



OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. 

Knowledge holdeth by the hilt, and heweth out a road to conquest ; 
Ignorance graspeth the blade, and is wounded by its own good sword ; 



OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. 93 

Knowledge distilleth health from the \irulence of opposite poisons ; 
Ignorance mixeth wholesomes unto the breeding of disease : 
Knowledge is leagued with the nniverse, and flndeth a friend in all things ; 
But ignorance is every vrhere a stranger ; unwelcome ; ill at ease, and 

out of place. 
A man is helpless and unsafe up to the measure of his ignorance, 
For he lacketh perception of the aptitudes commending such a matter to 

his use, 
Chitching at the horn of danger, while he judgeth it the handle of security, 
Or casting his anchor so widely, that the granite reef is just within the 

tether. 
Uutau.ght in science he is but half alive, stupidly taking note of nothing, 
Or listening with dull wonder to the crafty saws of an empiric ; 
Simple in the world, he trusteth unto knaves ; and then to make amends 

for folly, 
Dealeth so shrewdly with the honest, they cannot but suspect him for a 

thief ; 
With an unknown God, he maketh mock of reason, fathering contrivance 

on chance. 
Or doting with superstitious dread on some crooked image of his fancy : 
But ignorant of self, he is weakness at heart ; the keystone crumbleth 

into sand, 
There is panic in the general's tent, the oak is hollow as hemlock ; 
Though the v/arm sap creepeth up its bark, filling out the sheaf of leaves, 
Though knowledge of all things beside add proofs of seeming vigour, 
Though the master-mind of the royal sage feast on the mysteries of 

wisdom, 
Yet ignorance of self shall bow down the spirit of a Solomofi to idols ; 
The storm of temptation, sweeping by, shall snap that oak like a reed, 
And the proud luxuriance of its tufted crown drag it the sooner to the dlist. 

Youth, confident in self, tampereth with dangerous dalliance, 
Till the vice his heart once hated hath locked him in her foul embrace : 
Manhood, through zeal of doing good, seeketh high place for its occasions, 
Unwitting that the bleak mountain-air will nip the tender budding of his 

motives ; 
Or painfully, for love of truth, he climbeth the ladder of science, 
Till pride of intellect, heating his heart, warpeth it aside to delusion : 
The maiden, to give shadow to her fairness, plaiteth her raven hair, 



94 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Heedlessly weaving for her soul the silken net of vanity : 

The gray-beard looketh on his gold, till he loveth its yellow smile, 

Unconscious of the bright decoy which is luring his heart unto avarice : 

Wrath avoideth no quarrel, jealousy counteth its suspicions, 

Pining envy gazeth still, and melancholy seeketh solitude : 

The sensitive broodeth on his slights, the fearful poreth over horrors. 

The train of wantonness is fired, the nerves of indecision are unstrung ; 

Each special proneness unto harm is pampered by ignorant indulgence, 

And the man, for want of warning, yieldeth to the apt temptation. 

A smith, at the loom., and a weaver at the forge, were but sorry craftsmen ; 

And a ship that saileth on every Avind never shall reach her port : 

Yet there be thousands among men who heed not the leaning of their 

talents. 
But, cutting against the grain, toil on to no good end ; 
And the hght of a thoughtful spirit is quenched beneath the bushel of 

commerce, 
While meaner plodding minds are driven up the mountain of philosophy : 
The cedar withereth on a wall, v/hile the house-leek is fattening in a 

hot-bed, 
And the dock with its rank leaves hideth the sun from violets. 
To every thing a fitting place, a proper honourable use ; 
The humblest measure of mind is bright in its humble sphere : 
The glowworm, creeping in the hedge, lighteth her evening torch, 
And her far-off mate, on gossamer sail, steereth his course by that star : 
But ignorance mocketh at proprieties, bringing out the glowwonn at noon, 
And setteth the fiiults of mediocrity in the full blaze of wisdom. 
Ravens croaking in darkness, and a skylark trilling to the sun, 
The voice of a screech-owl from a ruin, and the blackbird's whistle in a 

wood, 
A cushion-footed camel for the sands, and a swift reindeer for the snows, 
A naked skin for Ethiopia, and rich soft furs for the Pole : 
In all things is there a fitness : discord with discord hath its music ; 
And the harmony of nature is preserved by each one knowing his place. 

The blind at an easel, the palsied with a graver, the halt making for the 

goal. 
The deaf ear tuning psaltery, the stammerer discoursing eloquence, — 
What wonder if all fail ? the shaft flieth wide of the mark, 



OF SELF-ACQUAINTANCE. 95 

Alike if itself be crooked, or the bow be strung awry ; 

And the mind which were excellent in one way, but foolishl}; toileth in 

another, 
What is it but an ill-strung bow, and its aim a crooked arrow ? 
By knowledge of self, thou provest thy powers ; put not the racer to the 

plough. 
Nor goad the toilsome ox to wager his slowness with the fleet : 
Consider thy failings, heed thy propensities, search out thy latent virtues, 
Analyze the doubtful, cultivate the good, and crush the head of evil ; 
So shalt thou catch with quick hand the golden ball of opportunity ; 
The warrior armed shall be ready for the fray, beside his bridled steed ; 
Thou shalt ward off special harms, and have the sway of circumstance, 
And turn to thy special good the common current of events ; 
Choosing from the wardrobe of the world, thou shalt suitably clothe thy 

spirit. 
Nor thrust the white hand of peace into the gauntlet of defiance : 
The shepherd shall go with a staff, and conquer by sling and stone ; 
The soldier shall let alone the distaff, and the scribe lay down the sword ; 
The man unlearned shall keep silence, and learn one attribute of wisdom ; 
The sage be sparing of his lessons before unhearing ears : 
Calm shalt thou be, as a lion in repose, conscious of passive strength, 
And the shock that splitteth the globe, shall not unthrone thy self-possession. 

Acquaint thee with thyself, O man ! so shalt thou be humble : 

The hard hot desert of thy heart shall blossom with the lily and the rose ; 

The frozen cliffs of pride shall melt as an iceberg in the tropics ; 

The bitter fountains of self-seeldng be sweeter than the waters of the 

Nile. 
But if thou lack that wisdom, — thy frail skiff is doomed, 
On stronger eddy whirling to the dreadful gorge ; 
Untaught in that grand lore, — thou standest, cased in steel, 
To dare with mocking unbelief the thunderbolts of heaven. 
For look now around thee on the universe, behold how all things serve 

thee; 
The teeming soil, and the buoyant sea, and undulating air. 
Golden crops, and bloomy fruits, and flowers, and precious gems, 
Choice perfumes, and fair sights, soft touches, and sweet music : 
For thee, shoaling up the bay, crowd the finny nations, 
For thee, the cattle on a thousand hills live, and labour, and die : 



96 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Light is tliy daily slave, darkness inviteth thee to slumber ; 

Thou art served by the hands of Beauty, and Sublimity kneeletJi at thy 

feet: 
Arise, thou sovereign of creation, and behold thy glory I . 
Yet more, thou has^t a mind ; intellect wingeth thoe to heaven, 
Tendetli thy state on earth, and by it tliou divest down to hell ; 
Thou hast measured the belt of Saturn, thou hast weighed tlie moons of 

Jupiter, 
And seen, by reason's eye, the centre of thy globe ; 
Subtly hast thou numbered by billions the leagues between sun and sun, 
And noted in thy book the coming of their shadows : 
With marvellous unen-ing truth thou knowest to an inch and to an instant, 
The where and the when of the comet's path that shall seem to rush by 

at thy command : 
Arise, thou king of mind, and survey thy dignity"! 
Yet more, — for once believe religion's flattering tale ; 
Thou, hast a soid, aye, and a God, — but be not tb.erefore humbled : 
Thy Maker's self was glad to live and die — a man ; 
The brightest jewel in his crown is voluntaiy manhood : 
By deep dishonour and great price, bought he tliat emied freedom, 
But thou wast bom an heir of all, thy Master scarce could earn. 
O climax unto pride, O triumph of humanity, 
O tiiple- crown upon thy brow, most high and miglity Self ! 
Arise thou Lord of all, thou greater than a God ! — 
How saidst thou, wretched being ? — cast thy glance within ; 
Regard that painted sepulchre, the hovel of thy heart. 
Ha ! with what fearl'ul imagery svvarmeth that small chamber; 
The horrid eye of murder scowling in the dark, 
The bony liand of avarice filching from the poor, 
The lurid fires of lust, the idiot face of folly. 

The sickening deed of cruelty, the foul, fierce orgies of the drunken, 
Weak contemptible vanity, stubborn stolid unbelief. 
Envy's devilish sneer, and the vile features of ingratitude, — 
Man, hast thou seen enough ? or are these fall proof 
That thou ait a miracle of mercy, and all thy dignity is dross ? 

Well said the wisdom of earth, O mortal, know thyself; 
But better the wisdom of heaven, O man, learn thou thy God : 
By knowledge of self thou art conusant of evil, and mailed in panoply to 
meet it : 



OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS. 97 

By knowledge of God cometh knowledge of good, and universal love is at 

thy heart. 
Every creature knoweth its capacities, running in the road of instinct, 
And reason must not lag behind, but serve itself of all proprieties : 
The swift to tlie race, and the strong to the burden, and the wise for right 

direction ; 
For self-knowledge filleth with acceptance its niche in the temple of utility: 
But vainly wHt thou look for that knowledge, till the clue of all truth is 

in thy hand. 
For the labyrinth of man's heart windeth in complicate decei-vings : 
Thou canst not sound its depths with the shallow plumb-line of reason, 
Till religion, tlie pilot of the soul, have lent thee her unfathomable coil : 
Therefore, for this grand knowledge, and knowledge is the parent of do- 
minion, 
Leam God, thou shalt know thyself ; yea, and shalt have mastery of all 
things. 



I 



OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS. 



Shame upon thee, savage monarch-man, proud monopolist of reason ; 
Shame upon creation's lord, the fierce ensanguined despot : 
What, man ! are there not enough, hunger, and diseases, and fatigue, — 
And yet must thy goad or thy thong add another sorrow to existence ? 
What ! art thou not content thy sin hath dragged dowTi suffering and 

deatli 
On the poor dumb ser\'ants of thy comfort, and yet thou must rack them 

with thy spite '? 
The prodigal heir of creation hath gambled away his all, — 
Shall he add torment to the bondage, that is galling his forfeit serfs ? 
The leader in nature's paean himself hath marred her psaltery, 
Shall he multiply the din of discord by overstraining all the strings ? 
The rebel hath fortified his stronghold, shutting in his vassals with him — 
Shall he aggravate the w^oes of the besieged by oppression from -within ? 
Thou twice deformed image of thy Maker, thou hateful representative of 

Love, 
For very shame be merciful, be kind unto the creatures tJiou hast ruined J 
Earth and her million tribes are cursed for thy sake v 

5 



98 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Earth and her million tribes still writhe beneath thy cruelty : 

Liveth there but one amono- the million that shall not bear witness against 

thee? 
A pensioner of land or air or sea, that hath not whereof it will accuse 

thee? 
From the elephant toiling at a launch, to the shrew-mouse in the harvest- 
field, 
From the whale which the harpooner hath stricken, to the minnow caught 

upon a pin. 
From the albatross wearied in its flight, to the wren in her covered nest. 
From the death-moth and lace-wit ;ged dragon-fly, to the lady-bird and the 

gnat, 
The verdict of all things is unanimous, finding their master cruel : 
The dog, thy himible fnend, thy trusting, honest friend ; 
The ass, thine uncomplaining slave, drudging from morn to even ; 
The lamb, and the timorous hare, and the laboring ox at plough ; 
The speckled trout, l)asking in the shallow, and the partridge, gleaning in 

the stubble, 
And the stag at bay, and tlje wonu in thy path, and the wild bird pining 

in captivity. 
And all things that minister alike to thy life and thy comfort and thy pride, 
Testify with one sad voice that man is a cruel master. 

Verily, they are all thine, freely mayst thou serve thee of them all ; 
They are thine by gift for thy needs, to be used in all gratitude and kind- 
ness : 
Gratitude to their God and thine, — their Father and thy Father, 
Kindness to them who toil for t]\ee, and help thee with their all : 
For meat, but not by v^Tintonnes? of slaying ; for burden, but with limits 

of humanity ; 
For luxury, but not through torture; for draught, but according to the 

strengtii : 
For a dog cannot plead his own right nor render a reason for exemption, 
Nor give a soft answer unto wratti, to turn aside the undeserved lash ; 
The galled ox cannot complain, nor supplicate a moment's respite ; 
The spent horse hideth his distress, till he panteth out his spirit at the 

goal ; 
Also, in the winter of life, when worn by constant toil, 
If ing^ratitude forget his sen'ices, he cannot bring them to remembrance : 



OF FRIENDSHIP. 99 

Behold, he is faint with hunger ; the big tear standeth in his eye ; 

His skin is sore with stripes, and he tottereth beneath his burden ; 

Hig limbs are stiff with ago, his sinews have lost their \igour, 

And pain is stamped upon his face, while he wrestleth unequally with toil; 

Yet once more mutely and meekly endureth he the crushing blow ; 

That straggle hath cracked his heart-strings, — the generous brute is dead ! 

liiveth there no advocate for him ? no judge to avenge his wrongs ? 

No voice that shall be heard in his defence ? no sentence to be passed on 

his oppressor ? 
Yea. the sad eye of the tortured pleadeth pathetically for him : 
Yea, all the justice in heaven is roused in indignation at his woes : 
Yea, all the pity upon earth shall call down a curse upon the cruel : 
Yea, the burning malice of the wicked is their own exceeding punishment. 
The Angel of Mercy stoppeth not to comfort, but passeth by on the other 

side, 
And hath no tear to shed when a cruel man is damned. 



OF FRIENDSHIP. 

As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to 

friendship : 
For Confidence cannot dwell where Selfishness is porter at the gate. 
If thou see thy friend to be selfish, tliou canst not be sure of his honesty ; 
And in seeking thine own weal, thou hast wronged the reliance of thy 

friend. 
Flattery hideth her varnished face v/hen Friendship sitteth at his board ; 
And the door is shut upon Suspicion, but Candour is bid glad welcome. 
For Friendship abhorreth doubt, its life is in mutual trust, 
And perishetli, when artful praise proveth it is sought for a purpose. 
A man may be good to thee at times, and render thee mighty service, 
Whom yet thy secret soul could not desire as a friend ; 
For the sum of hfe is in trifles, and though, in the weightier masses, 
A man refuse tliee not his purse, nay, his all in thine utmost need, 
Yet, if thou canst not feel that his character agreeth with thine own, 
Thou never wilt call him friend, though thou render him a heart full of 

gratitude. 
A coarse man grindeth harshly the finer feelings of his brother j 



100 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

A common mind will soon depart from the dull companionship of wisdom; 
A weak soul dareth not to follow in the track of vigour and decision ; 
And the worldly regardeth with scorn the seeming foolishness of faith. 
A mountain is made up of atoms, and friendship of little matters, 
And if the atoms hold not together, the mountain is crumbled into dust. 

Come, I w'ill show thee a friend ; I w^ill paint one worthy of thy trust : 
Thine heart shall not weary of him : thou shalt not secretly despise him, 
Thou art long in learning him, in unravelhng all his worth ; 
And he dazzleth not thine eyes at first, to be darkened in thy sight afterward, 
But riseth from small beginnings, and reacheth the height of thy esteem. 
He remembereth that thou art only man ; he expecteth not great things 

from thee ; 
And his forbearance toward thee silently teacheth tliee to be considerate 

unto liim. 
He despisetli not courtesy of manner, nor neglecteth the decencies of life : 
Nor mocketh the failings of others, nor is harsh in his censures before thee ; 
For so, how couldst thou tell, if he talketh not of thee in ridicule ? 
He wlthholdeth no secret from thee, and rejecteth not thine in turn ; 
He shareth Lis joys with thee, and is glad to bear part in thy sorrows. 
Yet one thing, he loveth thee too well to show thee the corruptions of his 

heart : 
For as an ill example strengtheneth the hands of the wicked, 
So to put forward thy guilt is a secret poison to thy friend : 
For the evil in his nature is comforted, and he waireth more weakly against it, 
If he find that the friend w^hom he honoureth, Is a man more sinful than 

himself. 
I hear the communing of friends ; ye speak out the fullness of your souls, 
And being but men, as men, ye own to all the sympathies of manhood : (*^) 
Confidence openeth the lips, indulgence beameth from the eye, 
The tongue loveth not boasting, the-heart is made glad with kindness : 
And one standeth not as on a hill, beckoning to the other to follow, 
But ye toil up hand in hand, and carry each other's burdens. 
Ye commune of hopes and aspirations, the fervent breathings of the heart, 
Ye speak wdth pleasant interchange the treasured secrets of affection. 
Ye listen to the voice of complaint, and whisper the language of comfort, 
And as in a double solitude, ye think in each other's hearing. 

Choose thy friend discreetly, and see thou consider his station, 



OF FRIENDSHIP. 101 

For the graduated scale of ranks accordeth with the ordinance of heaven : 

If a low companion ripen to a friend, in the full sunshine of thy confidence, 

Know, that for old age thou hast heaped up sorrow : 

For thou sinkest to that level, and thy kin shall scorn thee. 

Yea, and the menial thou hast pampered haply shall neglect thee in thy 

death : 
And if thou reachest up to high estates, thinking to herd with princes, 
What art thou but a footstool, though so near a throne ? 
O rush among the lilies, be taught thou art a weed ; 
O brier among the cedars, hot contempt shall burn thee. 
But thou, friend and scholar, select from thine own caste, 
And make not an intimate of one, thy servant or thy master ; 
For only friendship among men is the true republic. 
Where all have equality of service, and all have freedom of command. 
And yet, if thou wilt take my judgment, be shy of too mucli openness 

with any. 
Lest thou repent hereafter, should he turn and rend thee : 
For many an apostate friend hath abused unguarded confidence, 
And bent to selfish ends the secret of the soul. 

Absence strengtheneth friendship, where the last recollections were kindly ; 

But it must be good wine at the last, or absence shall weaken it daily. 

A rare thing is faith, and friendship is a marvel among men, 

Yet strange faces call they friends, and say they believe, when they doubt. 

Tliose hours are not lost that are spent in cementing affection ; 

For a friend is above gold, precious as the stores of the mind. 

Be sparing of advice by words, but teach thy lesson by example ; 

For the vanity of man may be wounded, and retort unkindly upon thee. 

There be some that never had a friend, because they were gross and 

selfish ; 
Worldliness, and apathy, and pride, leave not many that are worthy : 
But one who meriteth esteem, need never lack a friend ; 
For as thistle-down flieth abroad, and casteth its anchor in the soil, 
So philanthropy yearneth for a heart, where it may take root and blossom. 

Yet I hear the child of sensibility moaning at the wintry cold, 
Wherein the mists of selfishness have wrapped the society of men : 
He grieveth, and hath deep reasons ; for falsehood hath wronged his trust, 
And the breaches in his bleeding heart have been filled with the briers of 
suspicion. 



102 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

For, alas, how few be friends, of whom charity hath hoped well ! 

How few there be among men who forget themselves for others ! 

Each one seeketh his own, and looketh on his brethren as rivals. 

Masking envy with friendship, to serve his secret ends. 

And the world, tliat corrupteth all good, hath wronged that sacred name, 

For it callsth any man friend, v/ho is not known for an enemy ; 

And such be as the flies of summer, while plenty sitteth at thy board ; 

But who can wonder at their flight from the cold denials of want ? 

Such be as vultures round a carcass, assembled together for the feast : 

But a sudden noise scareth them, and forthwith are tliey specks among the 
clouds. 

There be few, O child of sensibility, who deserve to have thy confidence ; 

Yet weep not, for there are some, and such some live for thee : 

To them is the chilling world a drear and barren scene, 

And gladly seek they such as thou art, for seldom find they the occasion : 

For, though no man excludeth himself from the high capability of friend- 
ship, 

Yet verily is the man a marvel whom truth can write a friend. 



OF LOVE. 

There is a fragrant blossom, that maketli glad the garden of the heart : 
Its root lieth deep ; it is delicate, yet lasting, as the lilac crocus of autumn ; 
Loneliness and thought are the dev.'s that water it morn and even ; 
Memory and Absence cherish it, as the balmy breathings of the south : 
Its sun is the brightness of afi*ection, and it bloometh in the borders of 

Hope ; 
Its companions are gentle flowers, and the brier withereth by its side. 
I saw it budding in beauty ; I felt the magic of its smile ; 
The violet rejoiced beneath it, the rose stooped down and kissed it ; 
And I thought some clierub had planted there a truant flower of Eden, 
As a bird bringeth foreign seeds, that they may flourish in a kindly soil. 
I saw, and asked not its name ; I knew no language was so wealthy, 
Though every heart of every clime findeth its eclio within. 
And yet what shall I say ? Is a sordid man capable of — Love ? 



OF LOVE. 103 

Hath a seducer known it ? Can an adulterer perceive it ? 

Or he that seeketh strange women, can he feel its purity ? 

Or he that changeth often, can he know its truth ? 

Longing for another's happiness, yet often destroying its own ; * 

Chaste, and looking up to God, as the fountain of tenderness and joy ; 

Quiet, yet flowing deep, as the Rhine among rivers ; 

Lasting, and knowing not change — it walketh with Truth and Smcerity. 

Love : — W'hat a volume in a word, an occim in a tear, 

A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, 

The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment : 

What consecrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love ! 

For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, 

The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, 

The story without an end that angels throng to hear, 

The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart! 

Oh ! call thou snake-eyed malice mercy, call envy honest praise, 

Co\int selfish craft for wisdom, and coward treachery for prudence, 

Do homage to blaspheming unbelief as to bold and free philosophy, 

And estimate the recklessness of license as the right attribute of liberty, — 

But with the world, thou friend and scholar, stain not this pure name ; 

Nor suffer the majesty of Love to be likened to the meanness of desire : 

For Love is no more such, than seraphs' hymns are discord, 

And such is no more Love, than ^Etna's breath is summer. 

Love is a sweet idolatry, enslaving all the soul, 

A mighty spiritual force, warring with the dullness of matter, 

An angel-mind breathed into a mortal, though fallen, yet how beautiful ! 

All the devotion of the heart in all its depth and grandeur. 

Behold that pale geranium., pent within the cottage window ; 

How yearningly it stretcheth to the liglit its sickly long-stalked leaves, 

How it straineth upward to the sun, coveting his sweet influences, 

How real a living sacrifice to the God of all its worship ! 

Such is the soul that loveth ; and so the rose-tree of affection 

Bendeth its ever}' leaf to look on those dear eyes. 

Its every blushing petal basketh in their light, 

And all its gladness, all its life, is hanging on their love. 

If the love of the heart is bhghted, it buddeth not agam ; 



104 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

If that pleasant song is forgotten, it is to be learnt no more : 

Yet often will thought look back, and weep over early affection ; 

And the dim notes of that pleasant song will be heard as a reproachful 

spirit, 
Moaning in .■EoHan strains over the desert of the heart, 
Wliere the hot siroccos of the world have withered its one oasis. 



OF MARRIAGE. 

Seek a good wife of thy God, for she is the best gift of his providence ; 

Yet ask not in bold confidence that which he hath not promised. 

Thou knowest not his good-will : — be thy prayer then submissive there- 
unto ; 

And leave thy petition to his mercy, assured that he will deal well witli 
thee. 

If thou art to have a wife of thy youth, she is now living on the earth ; 

Therefore think of her, raid pray for her weal ; yea, though thou hast not 
seen her. 

They that love early become hke-minded, and the tempter touches them not : 

They grow up leaning on each other, as the olive and vine. 

Youth longeth for a kindred spirit, and yeameth for a heart that can com- 
mune with his own ; 

He meditateth night and day, doting on tlie image of his fancy. 

Take heed that what channeth thee is real, nor springeth of thine own 
imagination ; 

And suffer not trifles to win thy love ; for a wife is thine unto deatli. 

The harp and the voice may thrill thee, — sound may enchant thine ear, 

But consider thou, the hand will wither, and the sweet notes turn to dis- 
cord: 

The eye, so brilliant at even, may be red with sorrow in the morning ; 

And the sylph-like form of elegance must writhe in the crampings of pain. 

O happy lot, and hallowed, even as the joy of angels, 
Where the golden chain of godliness is entv.ined with the roses of love : 
But beware, thou seem not to be holy, to win fiwour in the eyes of a crea- 
ture, 



OF MARRIAGE. 105 

For the guilt of the liypocrite is deadly, and winneth thee wratli elsewhere. 

The idol of thy heart is, as thou, a probationary sojourner on earth; 

Therefore be chary of her soul, for that is a jewel in her casket. 

Let her be a child of God, that she bring with her a blessing to thy house, — 

A blessing above riches, and leading contentment in its train : 

Let her be an heir of heaven; so shall she help thee on thy way ; 

For those who are one in faith, fight double-handed against evil. 

Take heed lest she love thee before God ; that she be not an idolater: 

Yet see thou that she love tJiee well : for her heart is tlie heart of woman : 

And the triple nature of humanity must be bound by a triple chain. 

For soul and mind and body — godliness, esteem, and atiection. 

How beautiful is modesty ! it winneth upon all beholders : 

But a Avord or a glance may destroy the pure love that should have been 

for thee. 
Aifect not to despise beauty ; no one is freed from its dominion : 
But regard it not a pearl of price : — it is tleeting as the bow in the clouds. 
If the character within be gentle, it often hath its index in the countenance : 
The soft smile of a loving face is better than splendour that fadeth quickly. 
When thou choosest a wife, think not only of thyself. 
But of those God may give thee of her, that they reproach thee not for 

their being ; 
See that he hath given her health, lest thou lose her early and weep ; 
See that she springeth of a wholesome stock, that thy little ones perish 

not before tliee : 
For many a fair skin hath covered a mining disease, 
And many a laughing cheek been bright with the glare of madness. 

Mark the converse of one thou lovest, that it be simple and sincere ; 

For an artful or false woman shall set thy pillow with thorns. 

Observe her deportment with others, when she thinketh not that thou art 

nigh, 
For with thee will the blushes of love conceal the true colour of her mind. 
Hath she learning ? it is good, so that modesty go with it : 
Hath she wisdom? it is precious, but beware that thou exceed ; 
For woman must be subject, and the true mastery is of the mind. 
Be joined to thine equal in rank, or the foot of pride will kick at thee : 
And look not only for riches, lest thou be mated with misery : 
Marry not without means : for so shouldst thou tempt Providence ; 



106 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

But wait not for more than enough ; for marriage is the duty of most men ; 
Grievous indeed must be the burden that shall outweigh iruiocence and 

health, 
And a well-assorted marriage hath not many cares. 
In the day of thy joy consider the poor : thou shalt reap a ricli harvest of 

blessing ; 
For these be the pensioners of One who filleth thy cup with pleasures ; 
In the day of thy joy be thankful ; He hath well deserved thy praise ; 
Mean and selfish is the heart that seoketh him only in sorrow. 
For her sake, who leaneth on thine arm, court not the notice of the world, 
And remember that sober privacy is comclier tlian public display. 
If thou marriest' thou art allied unto strangers : see they be not such as 

shame thee : 
If thou marriest, thou leavest thine own ; see tliat it be not done in anger. 

Bride and bridegroom, pilgrims of life, henceforward to travel together, 
In this the beginning of your journey, neglect not the favour of Heaven : 
And at eventide kneel ye together, that your joy be not unhallowed : 
Angels that are round you shall be glad, those loving ministers of mercy, 
And the richest blessings of your God shall be poured on his favoured 

children. 
Marriage is a figure and an earnest of holier things unseen. 
And reverence well becometh the symbol of dignity and glory. 
Keep thy heart pure, lest thou do dishonour to thy state ; 
Selfishness is base and hateful : but love considereth not itself. 
The wicked turneth good into evil, for his mind is warped within him : 
But the heart of the righteous is chaste ; his conscience casteth off sin. 
If thou wilt be loved, render implicit confidence ; 
If thou wouldst not suspect, receive full confidence in turn : 
For where trust is not reciprocal, tlie love that trusted withereth. 
Hide not your grief nor your gladness ; be open one with the other ; 
Let bitterness be strange unto your tongues, but sympathy a dweller in 

your hearts : 
Imparting halveth the evils, while it doubleth the pleasures of life, 
But sorrows breed and thicken in the gloomy bosom of Reserve. 

Young wife, be not forward, nor forget that modesty becometh thee : 
If it be discarded now, who will not hold it feigned before ? 
But be not as a timid girl, — there is honour due to thine estate ; 



OF EDUCATION. 107 

A matron's modesty is dignified : she blusheth not, neither is she bold. 
Be kind to the friends of thine husband, for the love they have to him : 
And gently bear with his infirmities ; hast thou no need of his forbearance ? 
Be not always in each other's company ; it is often good to be alone ; 
And if there be too much sameness, ye cannot but grow weary of each 

other : 
Ye have each a soul to be nourished, and a mind to be taught in wisdom, 
Therefore, as accountable for time, help one another to improve it. 
If ye feel love to decline, track out quickly tlie secret cause ; 
Let it not rankle for a day, but confess and bewail it together : 
Speedily seek to be reconciled, for love is the life of marriage ; 
And be ye co-partners in triumph, conquering the peevishness of self. 

Let no one have thy confidence, O wife, saving thine husband : 

Have not a friend more intimate, O husband, than thy wife. 

In the joy of a well-ordered home, be warned that this is not your rest ; 

For the substance to come may be forgotten in the present beauty of the 

shadow. 
If ye are blessed with children, ye have a fearful pleasure, 
A deeper care and a higher joy, and the range of your existence is 

widened. 
If God in wisdom refuse them, thank him for an unknown mercy : 
For how can ye tell if they might be a blessing or a curse ? 
Yet ye may pray, like Hannah, simply dependent on his will : 
Resignation sweeteneth the cup, but impatience dasheth it with vinegar. 
Now this is the sum of the matter : — if ye will be happy in marriage, 
Confide, love, and be patient : be faithful, firm, and holy. 



OF EDUCATION. 

A BABE in a house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and 

love : 
A resting-place for innocence on earth ; a link between angels and men : 
Yet is it a talent of trust, a loan to be rendered back with interest ; 
A delight, but redolent of care ; honey-sweet, but lacking not the bitter. 
For character groweth day by day, and all things giid it in unfolding. 



108 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And the bent unto good or evil may be given in the hours of infancy : 
Scratch the green rind of a sapling, or wantonly twist it in the soil, 
The scarred and crooked oak will tell of thee for centuries to come ; 
Even so mayst thou guide the mind to good, or lead it to the marrings 

of evil, 
For disposition is builded up by the fashioning of first impressions : 
Wherefore, though the voice of Instruction waiteth for the ear of reason, 
Yet with his mother's milk the young child drinketh Education. 
Patiencce is the first great lesson ; he may learn it at the breast ; 
And the habit of obedience and trust may be grafted on his mind in the 

cradle : 
Hold the little hands in prayer, teach the weak knees their kneeling ; 
Let him see thee speaking to thy God ; he will not forget it afterward : 
When old and gray v»411 he feelingly remember a mother's tender piety, 
And the touching recollection of her prayers shall arrest the strong man 

in his sin. 

Select not to nurse thy darling one that may taint his innocence, 
For example is a constant monitor, and good seed will die among the tares. 
The arts of a strange seiTant have spoiled a gentle disposition : 
Mother, let him learn of thy lips, and be nourished at thy breast. 
Character is mainly moulded by the cast of the minds that surround it : 
Let then the playmates of thy little one be not other than thy judgment 

shall approve ; 
For a child is in ag:iew world, and learneth somewhat every moment, 
His eye is quick to observe, his memory storeth in secret. 
His ear is greedy of knowledge, and his mind is plastic as soft wax. 
Beware then that he heareth what is good, that he feedeth not on evil 

maxims. 
For the seeds of first instructions are dropped into the deepest furrows. 
That which immemorial use hath sanctioned, seemeth to be right and true ; 
Therefore, let him never have to recollect the time when good things were 

strangers to his thought. 
Strive not to centre in thyself, fond mother, all his love ; 
Nay, do not thou so selfishly, but enlarge his heart for others ; 
Use him to sympathy betimes, that he learn to be sad with the afliicted ; 
And check not a child in his merriment, — should not his morning be sunny? 
Give him not all his desire, so shalt thou strengthen him in hope ; 
Neither stop with indulgence the fountain of his tears, so shall he fear thy 

firmness. 



OF EDUCATION. 109 

Above all things graft on him subjection, yea, in the veriest trifle ; 
Courtesy to all, reverence to some, and to thee unanswering obedience. 

Read thou first, and well approve, the books thou givest to thy child ; 
But remember the weakness of his thought, and that wisdom for him must 

be diluted ; 
In the honied waters of infant tales, let him taste tlie strong wine of truth : 
Pathetic stories soften the heart ; but legends of terror breed midnight 

misery ; 
Fairy fictions cram the mind with folly, and Imowledge of evil tempteth to 
^ like evil : 

Be not loth to curb imagination, nor be fearful that truths will depress it ; 
And for evil, he will learn it soon enough ; be not thou the devil's envoy. 
Induce not precocity of intellect, for so shouldst thou nourish vanity ; 
Neither can a plant, forced in the hot-bed, stand against the frozen breath 

of winter. 
The mind is made wealthy by ideas, but the multitude of words is a 

clogging weight : 
Therefore be understood in thy teaching, and instruct to the measure of 

capacity. 
Analogy is milk for babes, but abstract truths are strong meat ; 
Precepts and rules are repulsive to a cliild, but happy illustration winneth 

him : 
In vain shalt thou preach of industry and prudence, till he learn of the bee 

and the ant ; 
Dimly will he think of his soul, till the acorn and chrj'salis have taught 

him ; 
lie will fear God in thunder, and worship his loveliness in flowers ; 
And parables shall charm his heart, while doctrines seem dead mystery ; 
Faith shall he learn of the husbandman casting good corn into the soil ; 
And if thou train him to trust tliee, he will not withhold his reliance from 

the Lord. 
Fearest thou the dark, poor child ? I would not have thee left to thy 

terrors ; 
Darkness is the semblance of evil, and nature regardeth it with dread : 
Yet know thy father's God is with thee still, to guard thee : 
It is a simple lesson of dependence, let thy tost mind anchor upon Him. 
• Did a sudden noise aflfright thee ? lo, this or that hath caused it : 
Things undefined are full of dread, and stagger stouter nerves. 



110 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

The seeds of misery and madness have been sowed in the nighte of ith 

fancy : 
Therefore be careful that ghastly fears be not the night companions of thy 

child. 



Lo, thou art a land-mark on a hill ; thy little ones copy thee in all things. 

Let, then, thy religion be perfect : so shalt thou be honoured in thy house. 

Be instructed in all wisdom, and communicate that thou knowest, 

Otherwise thy learning is hidden, and thus thou seemest unwise. 

A sluggard hatli no respect ; an epicure commandeth not reverence 

Meanneys is always despicable, and folly provoketh contempt. 

Tliose parents are best honoured whose characters best deserve it ; 

Show me a shild undutiful, I shall know where to look for a foolish father 

Never hath a father done his duty, and lived to be despised of his son. 

But how can that son reverence an example he dare not follow ? 

Should he imitate thee in thine evil ? his scorn is thy rebuke. 

Nay, but bring him up aright, in obedience to God and to thee ; 

Begin betimes, lest thou fail of his fear ; and with judgment, that thou 
lose not his love : 

Herein use good discretion, and govern not all alike. 

Yet, perhaps, the fault will be in thee, if kindness prove not all-sufficient : 

By kindness, the wolf and the zebra become docile as the spaniel and the 
horse : 

The kite feedeth with the starling, under the law of kindness : 

That law shall tame the fiercest, bring down the battlements of pride, 

'Cherish the weak, control the strong, and win the fearful spirit. 

Be obeyed when thou commandest ; but command not often : 

Let thy carriage be the gentleness of love, not the stern front of tyranny. 

Make not one child a warning to another ; but chide the offender apart : 

For self-conceit and wounded pride rankle like poisons in the soul. 

A mild rebuke in the season of calmness, is better than a rod in the heat 
of passion, 

Mcvertlieless spare not, if thy word hath passed for punishment ; 

Let not thy child see tbee humbled, nor learn to think thee false ; 

Suffer none to reprove thee before him, and reprove not thine own pur- 
poses by change ; 

Yet speedily turn thou again, and reward him where thou canst. 

For kind encouragement in good cutteth at the roots of evil. 



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OF EDUCATION. Ill 

Drive not a timid infant from his home, in the early spring-time of his life, 
Commit not that treasure to an hireling, nor wrench the young heart's 

fibres : 
In his helplessness leave him not alone, a stranger among strange children, 
Whefe affection longeth for thy love, counting the dreary hours ; 
Where reUgion is made a terror, and innocence weepeth unheard ; 
Where oppression grindetli without remedy, and cruelty delighteth in 
^ smiting. 

j^ Wherefore comply with an evil fashion ? Is it not to spare the-a trouble ? 

m.JCan he gather no knowledge at thy moiitii ? Wilt tljou yield thine honour 

•^. ., to another ? 

What can he gain in learning, to equal what he losetli in innocence ? 

Alas I -for the price above gold, by which such learning cometh ! 

For emulative pride and envy are the specious idols of the diligent, 

Oaths and foul-mouthed sin bum in the language of the idle : 

Bolder in that mimic world of boys stareth brazen-fronted vice, 

Than thereafter in the haunts of men, where society doth shame her into 

comers. 
My soul, look well around thee, ere thou give thy timid infant unto sorrov/s. 
There be many that say. We were happiest in days long past, 
When our deepest care was an ill-conned book, 
And when we sported in that merry sunshine of our Hfe, 
Sadness a stranger to the heart, and cheerfulness its gay inhabitant. 
True, ye are now less pure, and therefore are more wTetched : 
But have ye quite forgotten how sorely ye travailed at your tasks. 
How childish griefs and disappointments bowed dowrt the childish mind ? 
How sorrow sat upon your pillow, and terror hath waked thee up betimes, 
Dreading the strict hand of justice, that will not wait for a reason, 
Or the whims of petty tyrants, children like yourselves. 
Or the pestilent extract of evil poured into the ear of innocence ? 
Behold the coral island, fresh from the floor of the Atlantic, 
It is dinted by every ripple, and a soft wave can smooth its surface ; 
But soon its substance hardeneth in the winds and tropic sun, 

#d weakly the foaming billows break against its adamantine wall ; 
en thus, though sin and care dash upon the firmness of manhood, 
The timid child is wasted most by his petty troubles ; 
And seldom, Avhen life is mature, and the strength proportioned to the 

burden, 
Will the feeling mind, that can remember, acknowledge to deeper anguishi 



11 J PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Than wlien, as a stranger and a little one, tlie heart first ached with 

anxiety, 
And the sproutinc: bads of sensibility were bruised by the harshness of a 

school. 
My soul, look well around thee, ere tliou give tliiue infant unto sorrows. 
Yet there be boisterous tempers, stout nerves, and stubborn hearts, 
And there is a riper season, when the mind is well disciplined in good, 
And a time, when youth may be bettered by the wholesome occasions of 

knowledge, 
Wliich rarely will it meet with so well as among tlie congregation of his 

fellows. 
C)nly for infimcy, fond motlier, rend not those tirst affections ; 
Only for the sensitive and timorous, consign not tliy darling unto misery. 

A man looketli on liis little one, as a being of better hope ; 

In himself ambition is dead, but it hath a resurrection in liis son ; 

That vein is yet untried, — and who can tell if it be not golden ? 

While his, well-nigh worked out, never yielded aught but lead : 

And thus is he hurt more sorely, if his wishes are defeated tliere ; 

He has staked his all upon a throw, and lo 1 the dice have foiled hhn. 

All ways, and at all times, men follow on in flocks. 

And tlie rife epidemic of the day shall tincture the stream of education ; 

Fashion is a fooUsh watcher posted at tlie tree of knowledge, 

Who plucketh its unripe fruit to pelt away tlie birds : 

But for its golden apples, — tliey dry upon the boughs. 

And few have the cot!rage or the wisdom to eat hi spite of fasliion : 

One wliile, tlie fever is to learn, what none m ill be wiser for knowing, 

Exploded errors in extinct tongues, and occasions for their use are small ; 

And the bright morning of hfe, for years of misspent time. 

Wasted in following sounds, hatli tracked up little sense, 

Till at noon a man is tlirowm upon the world, with a mhid expert in trifles, 

Having yet every tiling to learn, that can make him good or useful : 

The curious spirit of youth is cranmied with unwholesome garbtige, 

Wliile starving for tlie mother's milk the brexists of nature yield ; 

And high-coloured fables of depravity lure with their classic varnish, 

WTiile truth is liolding out in vain her mirror much despised. 

Of olden time, the fashion was for amis, to make an accomplished slayer. 
And set gregarious man a-tilting with his fellows ; 



OF EDUCATION. 113 

Thereafter, occult sciences, and mystic arts, and symbols, 

How to exorcise a wizard, and how to lay a ghost ; 

Anon, all for gallantry and presence, the minuet, the palfrey, and the foil, 

And the grand aim of education was to produce a coxcomb ; 

Soon came scholastical dispute with hydra-headed argument. 

And the true philosophy of mind confounded in a labyrinth of words : 

Then, the Pantheon, and its orgies, initiating docile childhood. 

While dUigent youth strove hard to render his all unto CaBsar ; 

And now is seen the passion for utility, when all things are accounted by 

their price. 
And the wisdom of the wise is busied in hatching golden eggs. 
Perchance, not many moons to come, and all will again be for abstrusity, 
Unravelling the figured veil that hideth Egypt's gods ; 
Or in those strange Avatars seeking benignant Vishnu, 
Kali and Kamala the fair, and much-invoked Ganesa. (*^) 

The mines of knowledge are oft laid bare through the forked hazel wand 

of chance. 
And in a mountain of quartz we find a grain of gold. 
Of a truth it were well to know all things, and to learn them all at once, 
And what, though mortal insufficiency attain to small knowledge of any ? 
Man loveth exclusions, delighting in the sterile trodden path. 
While the broad green meadow is jewelled with wild flowers : 
And whether, is it better with the many to folbw a beaten track. 
Or by eccentric wanderings to cull unheeded sweets ? 

When his reason yieldeth fruit, make thy child thy friend ; 

For a filial friend is a double gain, a diamond set in gold. 

As an infant, thy mandate was enough, but now let him see thy reasons ; 

Confide in him, but with discretion ; and bend a willing ear to his questions. 

More to thee than to all beside, let liim owe good counsel and good 

guidance : 
Let him feel his pursuits have an interest, more to thee than to all beside. 
Watch his native capacities ; nourish that which suiteth him the readiest ; 
And cultivate early those good inclinations wherein thou fearest he is most 

lacking : 
Is he phlegmatic and desponding ? let small successes comfort Iiis hope ; 
Is he obstinate and sanguine ? let petty crosses accustom him to life. 
Showeth he a sordid spirit ? be quick, and teach him generosity ; 



114 . PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Inclineth he to liberal excess ? prove to liim how hard it is to earn. 
Gather to thy hearth such friends as are worthy of honour and attention, 
For the company a man cliooseth is a visible index of his heart : 
But let not the pastor whom thou hearest be too much a familiar in thy 

house, 
For thy children may see his infirmities, and learn to cavil at his teaching. 
It is well to take hold on occasions, and render indirect instruction ; 
It is better to teach upon a system, and reap the wisdom of books : 
The history of nations yieldeth ^and outlines : of persons, minute details : 
Poetry is polish to the mind, and high abstractions cleanse it. 
Consider the station of thy son, and breed him to his fortune with judg- 
ment : 
The rich may profit in mucli wliich would bring small advantage to the 

poor. 
But v^dth all thy care for thy son, with all thy strivings for his welfare, 
Expect disappointment, and look for pain : for he is of an evil stock, and 
will grieve thee. 



OF TOLERANCE. 

A "^visE man in a crowded street winneth his way with gentleness, 

Nor rudely pusheth at^ide the stranger that standeth in liis path ; 

He knoweth that blind huny will but hinder, stirring up contention 

against him, 
Yet holdeth he steadily right on, with his face to the scope of his pursuit : 
Even so, in the congress of opinions, the bustling highway of intelligence, 
Each man should ask of his neighbour, and yield to him again concession. 
Terais ill defined, and forms misunderstood, and customs, where their 

reasons are unknown. 
Have stirred up many zealous souls to fight against imaginary giants : 
But wisdom will hear the matter out, and often, by keenness of perception, 
Will find in strange disguise the precious truth he seeketli : 
So he leaveth unto prejudice or taste tlie garb and the manner of her 

presence, 
Content to see so nigh the mistress of his love. 
There is no similitude in nature that owneth not also to a difference, 



OF TOLERANCE. 115 

Yea, no two berries are alike, though twins upon one stem ; 

No drop in the ocean, no pebble on the beach, no leaf in the forest, hath 

its counterpart. 
No rnind in its dwelling of mortality, no spirit in the world unseen : 
And therefore, since capacity and essence differ ahke with accident, 
None but a bigot partisan will hope for impossible unity. 
Wilt thou ensue peace, nor buffet with the waters of contention. 
Wilt thou be counted wise and gain the love of men, 
Let uiiobtruded error escape the frown of censure. 
Nor lift the glass of truth alway before thy fellows : 
I say not, compromise the right, I would not have thee countenance the 

wrong, 
But hear with charitable heart the reasons of an honest judgment ; 
For thou also hast erred, and knowest not when thou art most right ; 
Nor whether to-morrow's wisdom may not prove thee simple to-day : 
Perchance thou art chiding in another what once thou wast thyself; 
Perchance thou sharply reprovest what thou wilt be hereafter. 
A man that can render a reason, is a man worthy of an ansvi^er ; 
But he that argueth for victory, deserveth not the tenderness of Truth. 

Wliiles a man liveth he may mend : count not thy brother reprobate ; 
When he is dead his chance is gone : remember not his faults in bitterness. 
A man, till he dieth, is immortal in thy sight ; and then he is as nothhig ; 
Make not the living thy foe, nor take weak vengeance of the dead ; 
For life is as a game of chess, where least causeth greatest. 
And an ill move bringeth loss, and a pawn may insure victory. 
Dost thou suspect ? seek out certainty ; for now, by self-inflicted pain, 
Or ill-directed wrath, thou wrongest thyself or thy neighbour : 
Suspicion is an early leason, taught in the school of experience. 
Neither shalt thou easily unlearn it, though charity ply thee with her 

preaching ; 
Yet look thou well for reasons, or ever mistrust hatli maiTed thee, 
Or fear curdled thy blood, or jealousy goaded thee to madness : 
For a look, or a word, or an act, may be taken well or ill, 
As construed by the latitude of love, or the closeness of cold suspicion. 

Better is the wrong with sincerity, rather than the right with falsehood : 
And a prudent man will not lay siege tothe stronghold of ignorant bigotry. 
To unsettle a weak mind were an easy inglorious triumph, 



116 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And a strong cause taketh little count of the worthless suffrage of a fool : 

Lightly he held to tlie wrong, loosely will he cling to the right ; 

Weakness is the essence of his mind, and the reed cannot yield an acorn. 

Dogged obstinacy is oftentimes the buttress that proppeth an unstable spirit, 

But a candid man blusheth not to own he is wiser to-day than yesterday. 

A man of little wisdom is a sage among fools ; 

But himself is chief among the fools, if he look for admiration from them. 

A heresy is an evil thing, for its shame is its pride : 

Its necessary difference of error is the character it most esteemeth : 

Give a man all things short of liberty, thou shalt have no thanks. 

And little wilt thou speed with thine opponent, by proving points he will 

concede. 
The tost sand darkeneth the waves ; and clear had been the pages of truth, 
Had not the glosses of men obscured the simplicity of faitli. 
In all things consider thine own ignorance, and gladly take occasion to be 

taught ; 
But suffer not excess of liberality to neutralize thy mental independence. 
The faults and follies of most men make their deaths a gain ; 
But thou also art a man, full of faults and follies ; 
Therefore sorrow for the dead, or none shall weep for thee. 
For the measure of charity thou dealest, shall be poured into thine own 

bosom. 
That which vexeth thee now, provoking thee to hate thy brother. 
Bear with it ; the annoyance passeth, and may not return for ever : 
The same combinations and results which aggravate thy soul to-day, 
May not meet again for centuries in the kaleidoscope of circumstance ; 
For men and matters change, new elements mixing in continually, 
And, as with chemical magic, the sour is transmuted into sweetness, 
A little explained, a little endured, a little passed over as a foible, 
And, lo, the jagged atoms ht like smooth mosaic. 
Thou canst not shape another's mind to suit thine own body. 
Think not, then, to be furnishing his brain with thy special notions. 
Charity walketh with a high step, and stumbleth not at a trifle : 
Charity hath keen eyes, but the lashes half conceal them : 
Charity is praised of all, and fear not thou that praise, 
God will not love thee less becnuse men love thee more.C^^) 



OF SORROW. 117 



OF SORROW. 

I SAID, I will seek out sorrow, and minister the balm of pity : 

So I sought her in the house of mourning : but peace followed in her train. 

Then I marked her brooding silently in the gloomy cavern of Regret ; 

But a sunbeam of heavenly hope gleamed on her folded wing. 

So I turned to the cabin of the poor, where famine dwelt with disease ; 

But the bed of the sick was smoothed, and the ploughman whistled at his 

labour. 
So I stopped, and mused within myself, to remember where sorrow dwelt, 
For I sought to see her alone, uncomforted, uncompanioned. 
I went to the prison, but penitence was there, and promise of better times ; 
I listened at the madman's cell, but it echoed with deluded laughter. 
Then I turned me to the rich and noble ; I noted the sons of fashion : 
A smile was on the languid cheek, that had no commerce with the heart ; 
Unhallowed thoughts, hke fires, gleamed from the window of the eye. 
And sorrow lived with those whose pleasures add unto their sins. 

His infancy wanted not guilt ; his life was continued evil : 

He drew in pride with his mother's milk, and a father's lips taught liim 

cursing. 
I marked him as the wayward boy ; I traced the dissolute youth : 
I saw him betray the innocent, and sarifice affection to his lust. 
I saw him the companion of knaves, and a squanderer of ill-got gain ; 
i heard him curse his own misery, while he hugged the chains that galled 

him: 
For well had experience declared the bitterness of guilty pleasure, 
But habit, with its iron net, involved him in its folds. 
Behind him lowered the thunder-storm, which the caldron of his wicked- 
ness had brewed ; 
Before him was the smooth steep cliff whose base is ruin and despair. 
So he madly rushed on, and tried to forget his being : 
The noisy revel and the low debauch, and fierce excitement of play. 
With dreary interchange of palling pleasures, filled the dull round of ex- 
istence : 
Memory was to him as a foe, so he flew for false solace to the wine-cup, 
And stunned his enemy at even, but she rent him as a giant in the mom- 



118 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

I turned aside to weep ; I lost him a little while : 
I looked, and years had past : he was hoar with the winter of his age. 
And what was now his hope ? where was the balm for his sadness ? 
The memory of the past was guilt : the feeling of the present, remorse. 
Then lie set his affections on gold, he worshipped the slirine of Mammon, 
And to lay richer gifts before his idol, he starved his own bowels ; 
So, the youth spent in profligacy ended in the gripings of want: 
The miser grudged himself husks, to take deeper vengeance of the prod- 
igal. 
And I said, this is sorrow ; but pity cannot reach it. 
This is to be wretched indeed, to be guilty without repentance. 



OF JOY. 

My sonl was sickened within me, so I sought the dwelling-place of Joy : 

And I met it not in laughter ; I found it not in wealth or power ; 

But I saw it in the pleasant home, where religion smiled upon content, 

And the satisfied ambition of the heart rejoiced in the favour of its God. 

Behold the happy man, his face is rayed with pleasure, 

His thoughts are of calm delight, and none can know his blessedness ; 

I have watched him from his infancy, and seen him in the grasp of death, 

Yet never have I noted on his brow the cloud of desponding sorrow. 

He hath knelt beside his cradle ; his mother's hymn lulled him to sleep : 

In chiklliood he hath loved holiness, and drank from that fountain-head of 

peace. 
Wisdom took him for her scholar, guiding his steps in purity : 
He lived unpolluted by the world ; and his young heart hated sin. 
But he owned not the spurious religion engendered of faction and mo- 

roseness, 
Neither were the sproutings of his soul seared by the brand of super- 
stition. 
His love is pure and single, sincere, and knoweth not change : 
For his manhood hath been blest with the pleasant choice of his youth: 
Behold his one beloved, she leaneth on his arm, 



OF JOY. 119 

And he looketh on the years that are past, to review the dawn of her 
affection. 

Memory is sweet unto him as a perfect landscape to the sight : 

Each object is lovely in itself, but the whole is the harmony of nature. 

Behold his little ones around him, they bask in the sunshine of his smile ; 

And infant innocence and joy lighten their happy laces ; 

He is holy, and they honour him ; he is loving, and they love him ; 

He is consistent, and they esteem him ; he is firm, and they fear him. 

His friends are the excellent among men; and the bands of tlieir friend- 
ship are strong ; 

His house is the palace of peace : for the Prince of Peace is there. 

As the wearied man to his couch, as the thoughtful man to his nuusings, 

Even so, from the bustle of life, he goeth to his well-ordered home. 

And though he often sin, he retumeth with weeping eyes : 

For he feeleth the mercies of forgiveness, and gloweth witli warmer 
gratitude. 

Thus did he walk in happiness, and sorrow was a stranger to his soul ; 
The light of affection sunned his heart, the tear of the grateful bedewed 

his feet, 
He put his hand with constancy to good, and angels knew him as a 

brother. 
And the busy satellites of evil trembled as vX God's ally : 
He used his wealth as a wise steward, making him friends for futurity ; 
He bent his learning to religion, and religion was v»-ith him at the last : 
For I saw him after many days, when the time of his release was come, 
And I longed for a congregated world, to behold that dying saint. 
As the aloe is green and well-liking, till the last best summer of its age, 
And then hangeth out its golden bells to mingle glory with corruption ; 
As a meteor travelleth in splendour, but bursteth in dazzling light ; 
Such was the end of the righteous : his death was the sun at his setting. 

Look on this picture of joy, and remember that portrait of sorrow : 

Behold the beauty of hoUness, behold tJie deformity of sin ! 

How long, ye sons of men, will ye scorn the words of wisdom ? 

How long will ye hunt for happiness in the caverns that breed despair ? 

Will ye comfort yourselves in misery, by denying the existence of delight, 

And from experience in woe, will ve reason that none are happy ? 



120 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Joy is not in your path, for it loveth not tliat bleak broad road, 
But its flowers are hung upon the hedges that hne a narrower way^ 
And there the faint travellers of earth may wander and gather for them- 
selves. 
To soothe their wounded hearts with balm from the amaranths of heaven. 



GEi2 AOSA. 



NOTES. 

(FIRST SERIES.) 

(') "AnJ thine enfranchued fellows liail thy ivliite ticiorious sails." 
Page 12. 
See the storj' of l^heseus, as detailed in Drj'den's translation of Plutarch, 
Life I. 

(*) " WAo hath companioned a vision from the horn or ivory gate V* 

Page 14. 
Virg. Mn. VI. 894-897. 

" Sunt geminse somni portae ; quarum altera fertur 
Cornea ; qua veris facilis datur exitus umbrLs ; 
Altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto ; 
Sed falsa ad ecelum mittunt insomnia Manes." 

(') "7Vie sea-wort floating on the loaves^ t|'^. Page 16. 
The common sea-weeds on the shores of Europe, the algae and fuci, after 
having, for ages, been considered as synonymous with every thing vile and 
worthless, have, in modern times, been found to be abundant in iodine, the only 
known cure for scrofula, and kelp, so useful in many manufactures. Horace 
has signalized his ignorance of this fact in Od. III. 17, 10, " alga inutili," &.c. ; 

and, in II. Sat. 5, 8, ironically saying, that, " virtus, nisi cum re, vilior 

alga est." Virgil also has put into the mouth of Thyrsis, in Eel. VII. 42, 
•' Projecta vilior alg^." 

(*) ''Hath the crocus yielded up its bulb,'" <^c. Page 16. 
The autumnal crocus, or colchicum, which consists of little more than a 
deep bulbous root, and a delicate lilac flower, produces a substance which is 
called veratrin, and has been used with signal success in the cure of gout and 
similar diseases. A few lines lower down, with reference to the elm, I would 
remark, that no use has yet been discovered in the principle called " ulmine." 
" The boon of far Peru " is the potato. 

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122 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

(') '^Wheji acorns give out fragrant drwk" c^c. Page 17. 
At a meeting of the Medico-Botanical Society, (in 1837,) the ^^resident 
introduced to the notice of the members a new beverage which very much 
resembled coffee, and was made from acorns peeled, chopped, and roasted. 
Bread made from sawdust is certainly not very palatable, but no one can doubt 
that it is far more sweet and whohsoiae than " no bread ;" in a famine, this 
discovery, which has passed almost sub silentio, would prove to be of the highest 
importance. The darnel, it may be observed, in passing, is highly poisonous, 
and a proper opposite to the lotus. 

(°) "jFZe, who seeming old in youth,'''' cfc. Pa^e 22. 
Compare Lsa. lii. 14, " His visage was so marred more llian any man, and 
Ins form more than the sons of men," with the idea implied in the observation, 
John viii. 57, " Thou art not yeijifiy years old, and hast thou seen Abraham? 
Our Lord was then thirty-three, or, according to some chronologists, even 
younger. 

(J) "A seiUence halh formed a charactpr, and a character subdued a king' 
dom:' Page 25. 
A better instance of this could scarcely be found than in the late Lord Ex- 
mouth, who first directed his thoughts to the sea from a casual remark made by 
a groom. See his Life. 

(^) ''-Tkat smaU cavern,'" <^c. Pago 26. 
The pineal gland, a small oval about the size of a pea, situated nearly in 
the centre of the brain, and generally found to contain, even in children, some 
particles of gravel. Galen, and aftor him Des Cartes, imagined it the seat of 
the soul. 

('j "TAe Greek hath ."vrnarned, oreee.'' Page 31. 
KoVuof. The Latins also, who rarely can show a beautiful idea which they 
have not borrowed from Greece, have made a similar applicntion of the term 
" mundus" to the fabric of the world. 

('°) '''To fhis our day the Rechahite wanteth not a 7nan,'^ <^*c. Page 37. 
I have heard it related of Wolfe, the missionary, that when in Arabia, he 
fell in with a small wandering tribe, Vv-ho refused to drink wine, not on Moham- 
medan principles, but because it had in olden time been" forbidden by Jonadab, 
the son of Rechab, their father." Compare Jeremiah xxxv. 19, " Jonadab, the 
Bon of Rechab, shall nat want a man to stand before me for ever." It will be 
found ia Mr. Wolfe's Journal. 



NOTES. - 123 

^ C^) ''Of ReslJ' Page 37. 
A very obvious objection to the views of Rest here given has probably oc- 
curred to more than one religions reader of the English Bible ; " there 
remaineth a rest for the people of God ;" doubtless intending the heavenly 
inheritance. If the Greek Testament is referred to (Heb. iv. 9) , the vv^ord trans- 
lated " rest" will be found to be aaSjJananui ; a sabbatism, or perpetual Sabbath 
a rest indeed from evil, but very far from being a rest from good : an eternal 
act of ecstatic intellectual worship, or temporary acts in infinite series. It is 
true that another word, KardravaLs, implying complete cessation, occurs in the 
context ; but this is used of the earthly image, Joshua's rest in Canaan ; the 
material rest of earth becomes in the skies a spiritual Sabbath ; although I am 
ready to admit that the apostle goes on to argae from the word of the type. 
In passing, let us observe, by way of showing the uncertainty of trusting to any 
isolated expression of the present scriptural version, that there are no less than 
six several words of various meaning which in oar New Testament are all 
indifferently rendered rest: as in Matt. xii. 53, dfcnrav^is ; in John xi. 13, 
Koii'.rjG-ig ; in Heb. iii. li , KardTravats ; in Acts xi. 31, eipni'n ; in 2 Thess. i. 7, 
avecTis ; and in Heb. iv. 9, (Tap!3aricri.:6i. The Koiixri(Tis is, I apprehend, %vhat is 
generally meant by rest ; so wishes Byron's Giaour to " sleep without the dream 
of what he was ;" so he who in life " loathed the languor of repose," avows 
that he " would not, if he might, be blest, and sought no Paradise but Rest." 
Such, at least, is not the Christian's Sabbath, which indeed fully agrees, as might 
be expected, with metaphysical inquiries : a good spirit cannot rest from activity 
in good, nor an evil one from activity in evil. Rest, in its com.mon slothful 
acceptation, is not possible, or is, at any rate very improbable, in the case of 
spiritual creatures. 

('^) '''Calm night that hreedeth thoughts.'^ Page 37. 

JUvippOvrj. Another delicate example of the Greek elegance in mind and 
language. 

C^) '''Proteus,''' 4-0. Page 43. 
Compare Virgil, Geor. IV. 406, 412. 

" Tum varicB eludent species atque ora ferarum. 
Fiet enim subito sus horridus, atraque tigris, 
Squamosusquf; draco, et fulva c^rvice lessna ; 
Aut acrem flammae sonitum dabit, atque ita vinclis 
Excidet ; aut in aquas tenues dilapsus abibit. 
Sed, quanto ille magis formas se vertet in omnes, 
Tanlo, nate, magia contende tenacia vincla." 



124 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

(") " We wait, Wke the sage of Salamis, to see what the eiid will he^ 

Page 45. 
In allusion to the well-known anecdote of Solon at the court of Croesus. 

('^) ^'Crowded with a rainbow of emerald, the green memorial of earthy 

Page 58. 
See Rev. iv. 3, " There was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight 
like unto an emerald :" it may be a fanciful but it is a pleasing idea, that this 
emerald rainbow was, as it were, a reflection of the earth, which " God so 
loved,', and whose universal robe is green. 

(") ''Like the Parthian:' Page 64. 
Compare Horace, Od. I. 19, 12, "Versis animosum equis Parthum," and 
Virg. Geo. III. 21, " ParthiLS fidensfugfi^, versisque sagittis,', with Psalm Ixxviii. 
9, " The children of Ephraim carrying bows, who turned themselves back in 
the day of battle." 

(*^) "TAe giant king of palms:' Page 65. 
The magnificent Talipat palm, the column of which frequently exceeds one 
hundred feet in height, whose leaves are each thirty feet in breadth, and whose 
single crop of fruits feasts a whole country. 

(^') ''It is only the hand of the redeemed who can tell thee the fullness of 
that name:' Page 68. 
Strictly speaking, only a fallen being is capable of religion, a bringing or 
binding hack of the affections to their proper object. An angel or other pure 
intelUgence, can have no sympathies with the fallen, as such, and therefore can 
know nothing oi re-ligion, as such ; his worship is allegiance or liegeance. 

C^)"Ofa Trinity:' Page 68. 
The candid reader who dissents from the doctrine of the Trinity, will have 
the goodness to remember, that the question itself stands on far other and higher 
grounds than those of mere analogy: this observation is made in case the 
slight argument here urged should seem weak and unsatisfactory to a reflective 
mind : it is nothing more than an addition pro lucro. It does not at all afiect 
the argument that the three elements of all things should be now unknown, or 
unsuspected. The idea thrown out may one day be found to be correct ; and 
in fact it will be very difficult to prove th^ contrary, inasmuch as to an assertion 
of its falsity, " ready answer cometh," — wait until we know mor«. 



NOTES. 125 

(^°) ^'The noonday light is a comfound^ the triune shadow of Jehovah.^* 
Page 70. 
The rainbow, which is light analyzed, is but three colours, blue, yellow, and 
red, with their intermediate shades. I think no one of these can be mixed or 
made of others, and in their union they produce colourless light. 

C^') '■'■Upon whose lips the mystic iee," <SfC. Page 78. 
The classical reader will not need to be reminded of the omen that hap- 
pened to the infant Pindar. 

(**) ^^L"! another Omar hum the fall Horary of knowledge.''^ Page 79. 
The Alexandrian library, compiled by Ptolemy Euergetes, contained 700,000 
manuscripts, all of which were burnt by the fanatical calif Omar. 

(^^) "T/ie strange s\in garments cast upon the shore suggest another 

hemisphere y Page 86. 
An anecdote I have somewhere heard of Columbus, who, having sailed as 
far as Flores, one of the Western Islands, was induced to proceed further from 
hearing that savage robes and weapons had been cast up by the sea, after the 
prevalence of westerly gales. It will probably be met with in Washington 
Irving's Life of Columbus. 

(^*) '■'•The lichen . . . dying, diggeih its own graved Page 86. 
One of the great uses of these pioneers of vegetation is to corrode and fret 
the smooth surface of the rocks, by an acid which they generate during decom- 
position. 

{^^) ''Ridicule— the test of truth. Page 89. 
One of the weakest points in the Shaftesbury philosophy, which would 
weigh principles against puns. 

(*') ''And being hut men, as men, ye oum to all the sy^npathies of manhood.'* 
Page 100. 
The noble and masculine sentiment of Terence, which of old electrified the 
whole theatre 

" Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienem puto." 

C^) "Ganesa.'' Page 113. 
The elephant-headed god of prudence who is invoked on every occasion by 
the Hindoos. Kali, called also Durga, is a destroyhig power. Kamala signi- 
fies " lotus-like," a type of beauty, and one of the names of Lakshmi. 
Vishnu is the great Preserver in the Brahmin triad : his incarnations are called 
avatars. 



126 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

( ) ''God will not hve thee less, because men love thee more.'' Page 116. 
It may be scarcely necessary to remark, that the gist of the argument in 
Matt. V. 11, "Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you and persecute you, 
and shall say all manner of evil against j^ou," lies in the " falsely, for my sake." 
This verse has all the characteristics of an epigram, — paradox, brevity, and 
final satisfaction. 



PROVEEBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

SECOND SERIES. 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 



INTRODUCTORY. 

Come again, and greet nie as a friend, fellow-pilgrim upon life's highway : 
Leave awhile the hot and dusty^ road, to loiter in the greenwood of Re- 
flection. 
Come, unto my cool dim grotto, that is watered by the rivulet of truth, 
And over whoss time-stained rock climb the fairy flowers of content ; 
Here, upon this mossy bank of leisure fling thy load of cares, 
Taste my simple store, and rest one soothing hour. 

Behold, I would count thee for a l)rotlier, and commune with thy charitable 

soul ; 
Though wrapt within the mantle of a prophet, I stand mine own weak 

scholar. 
Heed no disciple for a teacher, if knowledge be not found upon his tongue ; 
For vanity and folly were the lessons these lips untaught could give : 
The precious staple of my merchandise cometh from a better country, 
The harvest of my reaping sprang of foreign seed : 
And this poor pensioner of Mercy — should he boast of merit ? 
The grafted stock, — should tliat be proud of apples not its own ? 
Into the bubbling brook I dip my hermit shell ; 
Man receiveth as a cup, but Wisdom is the river. 

Moreover, for this fillagree of fancy, this Oriental garnish of similitude, 
Alas, the world is old, — and all things t)ld within it : 
I walk a trodden path, I love the good old ways : 
Prophets, and priests, and kings have tuned the harp I faintly touch. 

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130 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Truth in a garment of the past, is my choice and simple theme ; 
No truth is new to-day ; and the mantle was another's. 

Still, there is an insect swarm, the buzzing cloud of imagery, 
Mote-like steaming on my sight, and thronging my reluctant mind ; 
The memories of studious culling, and multiplied analogies of nature, 
Fresh feelings unrepressed, welUng from the heart spontaneous, 
Facts, and comparisons, and meditative atoms, gathered on the heap of 

combination, 
Mingle in the fashion of my speech with gossamer dreams of Reverie. 
I need not beat the underwood for game ; my pheasants flock upon the 

lawn, 
And gamboling hares disport fearless in my dewy field ; 
I roam no heath-empurpled hills, wearily watching for a covey, 
But thoughts fly swift to my decoy, eager to be caught ; # 

I sit no quiet angler, lingering patiently for sport, 
But spread my nets for a draught, and take the glittering shoal ; 
I chase no solitary stag, tracking it with breathless toil, 
But hunt with Aurung-zebe, and spear surroimded thousands ! (') 

WTiat then. — count ye this a boast ? — sweet charity, think it other, 
For tiie dog-fish and poisonous ray are captured in the mullet-haul : 
The crane and the kite are of my thoughts, alike with the partridge and 

tlie quail, 
And unclean meats as of the clean hang upon my Seric shambles. 
— How, saith he ? shall a man deceive, dressing up his jackal as a lion ? 
Or colour in staid hues of fact the changing vest of falsehood ? — 
Brother, unwittingly he may ; doubtless, unwillingly he doth : 
For men arc full of fault, and hovv should he be rigliteous ? 
Carefully my garden hath been weeded, yet shall it be foul with thistle ; 
]My grapery is diligently thinned, and yet many berries will be sour : 
From my nets have I flung the bad away, to my small skill and caution ; 
Yet m.ay some slimy snake have counted for an eel ; 
llie rudder of man's best hope cannot always steer himself from error ; 
The arrow of man's straightest aim flieth short of truth. 
Thus, the confession of sincerity visit not as if it were presumption ; 
Nor own me for a leader, where thy reason is not guide. 



OF CHEERFULNESS. 131 



OF CHEERFULNESS. 

Take courage, prisoner of time, for there be many comforts, 
Cease thy labour in the pit, and bask awhile with truants in the sun ; 
Be cheerful, man of care, for great is the multitude of chances. 
Burst thy fetters of anxiety, and walk among the citizens of ease. 
Wherefore dost thou doubt ? if present good is round thee, 
It may be well to look for change, but to trust in a continuance is better ; 
Whilst, at the crisis of adversity, to hope for some amends were wisdom, 
And cheerfully to bear thy cross in patient strength is duty. 
I speak of common troubles, and tlie petty plagues of life, 
The phantom-spies of Unbelief, Uiat lurk about his outposts : 
Sharp suspicion, dull distrust, and sullen stern moroseness, 
Are captains in that locust swarm to lead the cloudy host. 
Thou hast need of fortitude and faith, for the adversaries come on thickly, 
And he that lied hath added wings to his pursuing foes ; 
Fight them, and the cravens flee ; thy boldness is their panic ; 
Fear them, and thy treacherous heart hath lent the ranks a legion : 
Among their shouts of victory resoundeth the wail of Heraclitus, 
While Democrite, confident and cheerful, hath plucked up the standard 
of their camp. (*) 

Not few nor light are the burdens of life ; then load it not with heaviness 

of spirit ; 
Sickness, and penury, and travail, — there be real ills enow : 
We are wandering beniglited, with a waning moon ; plunge not rashly 

into jungles, 
Where cold and poisonous damps will quench the torch of hope : 
The tide is strong against us ; good oarsmen pull or perish, — 
If your arms be slack for fear, ye shall not stem the torrent. 
A wise traveller goeth on cheerily, through fair weather or foul ; 
He knoweth that his journey must be sped, so he carrieth his sunshine 

with him. 
Calamities come not as a curse, — nor prosperity for other than a trial ; 
Struggle, — thou art better for the strife, and the very energy shall hearten 

thee. 
Good is taught m a Spartan school, — ^hard lessons and a rough discipline. 



133 PRovEnniAi, ririr.i^^^opHY 

Hul ovil rrmiPlh icyy "f itwlf, in llir liixnrv «)f (Papuan luilidayH ; 
And wisdom will p^<» l»niv«>ly lorlli to iinw>l, (hi; cliaMtoniufr Hcourtro, 
KiHliirin^r willi m llumldnl liciui lli.il |miiiHlniuMi( of I/)v»?. 

Thorn Ih< ihrro rhirl rivcrw ol <l<»H|Hui(l<«nr,y ; hIii, noitow, lonr; 

Hin '\H tlio (I(»(<|m'h(, Honow lialli ilH HJiiiilowH, niul Tear is a noiny rapi<l : 

Hilt »»v(»n to (lin darkwt. hnhiH in gnilt'n proCoundpHt rivfr 

llopo ran piorco witli f|nir,knnin^ ray, and all thonn depthw urn lij^htoiuMl. 

Ho Nm^ an tlioro in niorry in a (mkI, hopn in thn privih^jro of croatiiros, 

And HO Koon an th«?ro in p<Miil<«nr,(> in crralun'M, llwil li(»|)(' \h «',\;ill('d into 

duly. 
Vfirily, <'<)nni(l««r lliis (or crMnafrt' ; dial flin Ifarliil and tlu< ludx'Iicivinjr 
Am <'huwr<l with idolal»MM and liars, hncausc tluiy trn,sl('<l not in (io<l: (") 
Tor il if* no olhrr than sclliMli win, a hard and proud in^rafjlndc, 
VVIhto f4n«Mninfjj roponlancfi is hrrald of <l('s|)air. instead of liopcV Ibrr- 

rniMH<r. 

Momovor, in thy day of (iriof, — for friondH, or faino, or fortuiio, 

Woll f wot tho hoart HJiall achn, and niitui ho nunihod in torpor : 

'\a){ naturo woop ; loavo ln^r alono ; i\w froMJuit of her sorrow niust run ofl'; 

And Hoonor will tho lake 1m» rlnar. r('li<H'<?d of turhid (loodin^s. 

Yof Koo that hnr lironso hath a liniil ; with the novdly her a^ony is ovor ; 

f InslcMi in that rarlirst cahn. (o lie her in tho leash with Koason. 

For rn^n'ts ari> an fucrvalin^ lolly, and (ln» H'ason for «'n<M"j;y is roinr, 

Y«'a ralhtu-. ihal flic luliirc niav rcp.Mir with dili;n'ni"«» llw ruins of the past., 

Aj^nln, lor iMupty fnars, tho harassinjrs of possihlo calamity ; 

Pray, and thon shalt prosper; tri^st in (mmI, and troad thrni down. 

Yield to tho phantasy, — tliou sinnost; rnniMt it, Ho will aid thoo. 

Out of hitn ihorv. is no holp, nor any sohor C(Mirajr»>. 

Foohlo is tho ronifort of tho faithless, a man without a (Jo-l ; 

Who dar(> oounscl surh an ono to tliny; away his fears ? 

Foar is th«' heritajri' of him, a portion wi^r and merciful. 

To drive the tremhler into safety, if jiaply he may turn and llee : 

Nov«MtheIess, let him reckon if ho will, that all he eonnteth casual 

May ns woll he for him as against him : dico have many sidoH : 

And, ovon as in ailmcMits oC tho hody, disoasos follow closoly \ipon dreads, 

Po. with intirmities of mind, is fear the pallid harhingor of failure. 

It were wino to talk tmdaunted even in an arridont.il chaoM, 



OF CHEERFULNESS. J3j 

For the brave rnan i» at fx;ace and free tfj (.^et tlje muhtery of circurnKUnce 
The Btfjutext armour of (UiUiurj; \h that wfiicli Ih worn witliiri t}io iK^KOin, 
And t}ie weafKjn tJuit no enemy can [rarry, in a l*old and chf;erftj! npirit : 
CaUij)\i]iii in old war worke*] like Titans, crushing ffX;H with rockH ; 
So doth a strong-springed heart throw Iwck every load on its tmHoWanU. 

I went heavily for carer. ?jnd fe'l intrj the trance of .H^jrrow : 

And behold, a vision in my trunw, and my miniHt/^ring angel brought it: 

There f5tood a mount^iin huge and Hteep, the awful IUx;k of Ageb ; 

The sun ufK>n its summit, and strmris midway, and deep ravines at frx^t; 

And, dui I Irxjked, a dense black cloud, suddenly dropping from the thunder, 

Filled, like a cataract, with yea^y ff^im, a narrow sniiling valley : 

Clos^.' and hard that vajK^rous masH seemed t/> pres."? the ground, 

And lamentiible souiuJs carne up, an of some tluit were smothering beneath. 

Then, a« I walked up'^ri the mountain, clrar in summer's nwn, 

For charity I called aloud, Ho! climb up hither to the sunshine. 

And even like a stream of light my yoU'Ji h;if\ p'u^rcj'A the mist : 

I saw F/ilow two families of men, and knew tbeir names of old : 

Courage, struggling tJirongli the darkness, st/jut of heart, and gladsome, 

Ran up the shining liuJder which the voice of ho[)*; ha/1 m;ide ; 

And tripping lightly by hi.-i side, a sweet-<;yfxl lielpmat/; with liim, 

I Uj()k(A \)i)fm her face Ui welcf;me pleas^mt Cheerfulness ; 

And a l>alje was cra/Jh^l in her lyontmi, a laughing little praUler, 

The child of Cheerfulness and Courage, — could liis name Ik; other than 

Succe»« ? 
^>o, from his liappy wife, when they both st/xxl lx;bide me on the mountain, 
The fond f?ither t/xA tbxt t^atx.', and s^^t him on his slioulder in the sunahine. 

Again I peered into tlie valley, for I heard a gasping moan, 

A desolate weak cry, as muffled in the vajK^urs. 

80 down that cryst>il syjaft into the fx.»i«onous mine 

I sped for chjirity to »eek an/J save, — and th^xjc I Wiught fled from me. 

At length, I spied far di.-jtant, a trembling withered dwarf, 

\V'ho croJiched beneath the cl^xik of a tall and specttal mourner ; 

Then I knev/ C<jwardice and (jkymi, and followed them on in darkness, 

Cui/Jed by their ruetling robes and m<r<xriA and mufflf^ cries, 

Until in a suffrjcating pit the wretched pair ?iad perished, — 

And lo, their whitening bones -jre^s shaping out an epitaph of Failure* 



134 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

So I saw that despondency was death, and flung my burdens from me, 
And, lightened by that effort, I was raised above the world ; 
Yea, in the strangeness of my vision, I seemed to soar on wings, 
And the names they called my wings were Cheerfulness and Wisdom. 



OF YESTERDAY. 

Speak, poor almsman of to-day, whom none can assure of a to-morrow. 
Tell out, with honest heart, the price thou settest upon yesterday. 
Is it then a writing in the dust, traced- by the finger of idleness, 
Which Industry, clean housewife, can wipe away for ever ? 
Is it as a furrow on the sand, fashioned by the toying waves, 
Quickly to be trampled then again by the feet of the returning tide ? 
Is it as the pale blue smoke, rising from a peasant's hovel, 
That melteth into limpid air, before it topped the larches ? 
Is it but a vision, unstable and unreal, which wise men soon forget ? 
Is it as the stranger of the night, — gone, we heed not whither ? 
Alas ! thou foolish heart, whose thoughts are but as these, 
Alas ! deluded soul, that hopeth thus of Yesterday. 

For, behold, — tliose temples of Ellora, the Brahmin's rock-built shrine, 

Behold, — yon granite cliff, which the North Sea buffeteth in vain, — 

That stout old forest fir, — these waking verities of life, — 

This guest abiding ever, not strange, nor a servant, but a son, — 

Such, O man, are vanity and dreams, transient as a rainbow on the cloud, 

Weighed against that solid fact, thine ill-remembered Yesterday. 

Come, let rne show thee an ensample, where Nature shall instruct us ; 
Luxuriantly the arguments for truth spring native in her gardens. 
Seek we yonder woodman of the plain ; he is measuring his axe to the elm, 
And anon the sturdy strokes ring upon tlie wintry air : 
Eagerly the village schoolboys cluster on the tightened rope, 
Shouting, and bending to the pull, or lifted from the ground elastic ; 
The huge tree boweth like Sisera, boweth to its foes with faintness, — 
Its sinewB crack,-=*d@8p groans declare the reelinor anguish of Goliath, 



OF YESTERDAY. 135 

The wedge is driven home, — and the saw is at its heart, — and lo, witli 

solemn slowness, 
The shuddering monarch riseth from liis throne, toppled with a craslj, — 

and is fallen ! 

Now, shall the mangled stump teach proud man a lesson ; 
Now, can we from that elm-tree's sap distill the wine of Truth. 
Heed ye those hundred rings, concentric from the core. 
Eddying in various waves to the red bark's shore-like rim ? 
These be the gathering of yesterdays, present all to-day. 
This is the tree's judgment, self-history that cannot be gainsaid : 
Seven years agone there was a drought, — and the seventh ring is nar- 
rowed ; 
The fifth from hence was half a deluge, — the fifth is cellular and broad. 
Thus, Man, thou art a result, the growth of many yesterdays, 
That stamp thy secret soul with marks of weal or woe : 
Thou art an almanac of self, the living record of thy deeds ; 
Spirit hath its scars as well as body, sore and aching in their season : 
Here is a knot, — it was a crime ; there is a canker, — selfishness ; 
Lo, here, the heart-wood rotten ; lo, there, perchance, the sap-W(XKi sound. 
Nature teacheih not in vain ; thy works are in thee, of thee ; 
Some present evil bent hath grown of older errors ; 
And what if thou be walking now uprightly ? Salve not thy wounds 

with poison. 
As if a petty goodness of to-day hath blotted out the sin of yesterday : 
It is well, thou hast life and light ; and the Hewer showeth mercy, 
Dressing the root, pruning the branch, and looking for thy tardy fruits ; 
But, even here, as thou standest, cheerful belike and careless. 
The stains of ancient evil are upon thee, the record of thy wrong is in 

thee : 
For, a curse of many yesterdays is thine, many yesterdays of sin, 
That, haply little heeded now, shall blast thy many morrows. 

Shall then a man reck nothing, but hurl mad defiance at his Judge, 

Knowing that less than an onmipotent cannot make the has been, not been ? 

He ought, — so Satan spake : he must, — so Atheism urgeth ; 

He may, it was the libertine's thought ; he doth, — the bad world said it. 

But thou of humbler heart, thou student wiser for simpUcity, 

While nature wameth thee betimes, heed the loving counsel of Religion. 



136 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

True, this change is good, and penitence most precious ; 

But trust not thou thy change, nor rest upon repentance ; 

For we all are corrupted at the core, smooth as surface seemeth ; 

What health can bloom in a beautiful skin, when rottenness hath fed upon 

the bones ? 
And guilt is parcel of us all ; not tliou, sweet nursUng of affection. 
Art spotless, though so passing fair, — nor thou, mild patriarch of virtue. 

Behold tlien the better Tree of Life, free unto us all for grafting, 

Cut thee from the hollow root of self, to be budded on a richer Vine. 

Be desperate, O man, as of evil, so of good : tear that tunic from thee ; 

The past can never be retrieved, be the present what it may. 

Vain is the penance and the tscourge, vain the fast and vigil ; 

Tlie fencer's cautious skill to-day, can this erase his scars ? 

It is Man's to famish as a faquir, it is Man's to die a devotee, 

liight is the torture and the toil, balanced with the wages of Eternity : 

But, it is God's to yearn in love on the humblest, the poorest, and the 

worst. 
For he giveth freely, as a King, asking only thanks for mercy. 
Look upon this noble-hearted Substitute ; seeing thy woes, he pitied thee, 
Bowed beneath the mountain of thy sin, and perished, — but for Godhead ; 
There stood the Atlas in his power, and Prometheus in his love is there, 
Emptying on wretched man the blessings earned from heaven : 
Put them not away, hide them in thy heart, poor and penitent receiver. 
Be gratitude thy counsellor to good, and wholesome fear unto obedience : 
Remember, the pruning-knife is keen, cutting cankers even from the vine : 
Remember, twelve were chosen, and one among them liveth — in perdition. 

Yea, — for standing unatoned, the soul is a bison on the prairie, 

Hunted by those trooping wolves, the many sinful yesterdays : 

And it speedeth a terrified Deucalion, flinging back the pebble in his flight, 

The pebble that must add one more to those pursuing ghosts. (*) 

C) man, there is a storm behind, should drive thy bark to haven ; 

Thy foe, the foe is on thy track, patient, certain, and avenging ; 

Day by day, solemnly and silently, followeth the fearful past, — 

His step is lame but sure ; for he catcheth the present in eternity : 

And how to escape that foe, the present-past in future ? 

How to avert that fate, living consequence of causes unexistent ? 

Boldly we must overleap his birth, and date above his memories, 



OF TO-DAY. 137 

Grafted on the living Tree that was before a yesterday ; 

No refuge of a younger birth than one that saw creation, 

Can liide the cliild of time from still condemning yesterday. 

There is the Sanctnary-city, mocking at the wrath of thine Avenger, 

Close at hand, with its wicket on the latch; haste for thy life, poor 

hunted one ! 
The gladiator, Guilt, fighteth as of old, armed with net and dagger ; 
Snaring in the mesh of yesterdays, stabbing with the poniard of to-day : 
Fly, thy sword is broken at the hilt ; fly, thy shield is shivered ; 
Licap the barriers and baffle him : the arena of the past is his. 
The bounds of Guilt are the cycles of Time ; thou must be . safe ^vithin 

Eternity ; 
The arms of God alone shall rescue thee from Yesterday. - 



O F T O . D A Y . 

Now, is the constant syllable ticking from the clock of time, 

Now, is the watchword of the v^ise. Now, is on the banner oC the prudent. 

Cherish thy to-day and prize it well, or ever it be gulfed into the past, 

HusbancJ it, for who can promise if it shall have a morrow ? 

Behold thou art, — it is enough ; that present care be thine ; 

Leave thou the past to thy Redeemer, intrust the future to thy Friend ; 

But for to-day, child of man, tend thou charily the minutes, 

The harvest of thy yesterday, the seed-corn of thy morrow. 

Last night died its day ; and the deeds thereof were judged : 

Thou didst lay thee down as in a shroud, in darkness and death-like 

slumber ; 
But at tlie trum^pet of this morn, waking the world to resurrection, 
Thou didst arise, like others, to Hve a new day's life ; 
Fear, lest folly give thee cause to mourn its passing presence. 
Fear, that to-morrow's sigh be not, would God it had not dawned ! 

For, To-day tlie lists are set, and thou must bear thee bravely, 
Tilting for honour, duty, life, or death without reproach : 
To-day, is the trial of thy fortitude, O dauntless Mandan chief; 



138 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

To-day, is thy watch, O sentinel ; to-day thy reprieve, O captive ; 

What more ? to-day is the golden chance wherewith to snatch fruition, — 

Be glad, grateful, temperate : there are asps among the figs. 

For the potter's clay is in thy hands, — to mould it or to mar it at thy will, 

Or idly to leave it in the sun, an uncouth lump, to harden. 

bright presence of To-day, let me wrestle with thee, gracious angel, 

1 will not let thee go, except thou bless me ; bless me, then. To-day : 

sweet garden of To-day, let me gather of thee, precious Eden, 

1 have stolen bitter knowledge, give me fruits of life To-day : 

true temple of To-day, let me worship in thee, glorious Zion ; 

1 find none other place nor time, than where I am To-day : 

living rescue of To-day, let me run unto thee, ark of refuge ; 

1 see none other hope nor chance, but standeth in To-day : 

rich banquet of To-day, let me feast upon thee, saving manna ; 

1 have none other food nor store, but daily bread To-day ! 

Behold, thou art pilot of the ship, and owner of that freiglited galleon. 
Competent, with all thy weakness, to steer into safety or be lost : 
Compass and chart are in thy hand : roadstead and rocks thou knowest ; 
Thou art warned of reefs and shallows ; thou beholdest the harbour and 

its lights. 
What ? shall thy wantonness or sloth drive the gallant vessel on the 

breakers ? 
What ? shall the helmsman's hand wear upon the black lee shore ? 
Vain is that excuse ; thou canst escape : thy mind is responsible for 

wrong : 
Vain that murmur ; thou may'st live : thy soul is debtor for the right. 
To-day, in the voyage of thy life down the dark tide of time, 
Stand boldly to thy tiller, guide thee by the pole-star, and be safe ; 
To-day, passing near the sunken-rocks, the quicksands and whirlpools of 

probation. 
Leave awhile the rudder to svi^ing round, give the wind its heading, and be 

wrecked. 

The crisis of man's destiny is Now, a still recurring danger : 
Who can tell the trials and temptations coming with the coming hour ? 
Thou standest a target-like Sebastian, and the arrows whistle near thee : 
Who knoweth when he may be hit ? for great is the company of archers. 



OF TO-MORROW. 13D 

Each breath is burdened with a bidding, and every minute hath its mis- 
sion ; 
For spirits, good and bad, cluster on the thickly peopled air : 
Sin may blast thee, grace may bless thee, good or ill this liour : 
Chance, and change, and doubt, and fear, are parasites of all. 
A man's life is a tower, with a staircase of many steps, 
That, as he toileth upward, crumble successively behind him : 
No going back, the past is an abyss ; no stopping, for the present perish- 

eth ; 
But ever hasting on, precarious on the foothold of To-day. 
Our cares are all To-day ; our joys are all To-d-^y ; 
And in (wie little word, our life, what is it, but — To-day ? 



OF TO-MORROW. 

There is a floating island, forward, on the stream of time, 

Buoyant with fermenting air, and borne along the rapids ; 

And on that island is a siren, singing sweetly as she goeth, 

Her eyes are bright with invitation, and allurement lurketh in her cheeks ; 

]\Iany lovers vainly pursuing, follow her beckoning linger, 

Many lovers seek her still, even to the cataract of death. 

To-morrow is that island, a vain and foolish heritage. 

And, laughing with seductive lips, Dehision hideth there. 

Often, the precious present is wasted in visions of the future, 

And coy To-morrow cometh not with prophecies fulfilled. 

There is a fairy skiff, plying on the sea of life, 

And charitably toiUng still to save the shipwrecked crews ; 

Within, kindly patient, sitteth a gentle mariner. 

Piloting, through surf and strait, the fragile barks of men : 

How cheering is her voice, how skilfully she guideth, 

How nobly leading onward yet, defying even death ! 

To-morrow is that skiff, a wise and welcome rescue, 

And, full of gladdening words and looks, that mariner is Hope. 

Often, the painful present is comforted by flattering the future, 

And kind To-morrow bcareth half the burdens of To-day. 



140 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

To-morrow, whisperetb weakness; and To-morrow findeth him the weaker: 
To-morrow, promiseth conscience ; and behold, no to-day for a fulfilment. 

name of happy omen nnto youth, O bitter word of terror to the dotard, 
Goal of folly's lazy wish, and sorrow's ever-coming friend, 

Fraud's loophole, — caution's hint, — and trap to catch the honest, — 

Thou wealth to many poor, disgrace to many noble, 

Thou hope and fear, thou weal and woe, thou remedy, thou ruin, 

How tliickly sv/arms of thought are clustering round To-morrow. 

The hive of memory increaseth, to every day its cell ; 

There is the labour stored, the honey or corruption : 

Each mom the bees fly forth, to fill the growing comb. 

And levy golden tribute of the uncomplaining flowers : 

To-morrow is their care ; they toil for rest To-morrow ; 

But man deferreth duty's task, and loveth ease to-day. 

To-morrow is that lamp upon the marsh, which a traveller never reacheth ; 
To-morrow, the rainbow's cup, coveted prize of ignorance ; 
To-morrow, the shifting anchorage, dangerous trust of mariners ; 
To-morrow, the wrecker's beacon, wily snare of the destroyer. 
Reconcile conviction with delay, and To-morrow is a fatal lie ; 
Frighten resolutions into action, To-morrow is a wholesome truth : 

1 must, for I fear To-morrow ; this is the Cassava's food ; 

Why should I ? let me trust To-morrow, — ^this is the Cassava's poison. 

Lo, it is the even of To-day. — a day so lately a To-morrow ; 
Where are those high resolves, those hopes of yesternight ? 

faint heart, still shall thy whisper be. To-morrow, 

And must the growing avalanche of sin roll down that easy slope ? 

Alas, it is ponderous, and moving on in might, that a Sisyphus may not 

stop it ; 
But haste thee with the lever of a prayer, and stem its strength To-day : 
For its race may speedily be run, and this poor nut, thyself. 
Be whelmed in death and suffocating guilt, that dreary Alpine snow-wreatli. 

Pensioner of life, be wise, and heed a brother's counsel, 

1 also am a beadsman, with scrip and staff" as thou : 
Wouldest thou be bold against the. past, and all its e\al memories, 
Wouldest thou be safe amid the present, its dangers and temptations, 
Wouldest thou be hopeful of the future, vague though it be and endless ? 



OF AUTHORSHIP. 141 

Haste thee, repent, believe, obey ! thou standest in the courage of a legion ; 

Commend the Past to God, widi all its irrevocable harm. 

Humbly, but in cheerful trust, and banish vain regrets ; 

Come to him, continually come, casting all the Present at his feet, 

Boldly, but in prayerful love,, and fling off selfish cares ; 

Commit the Future to his will, the viewless fated Future ; 

Zealously go forward ^vith integrity, and God will bless thy faith. 

For that, feeble as thou art, there is with thee a mighty Conqueror, 

Thy friend, the same for ever, yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow ; 

That friend, changeless* as eternity, himself shall make thee friends 

Of those thy foes transformed, yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow. 



OF AUTHORSHIP. 

Great is the dignity of Authorship : I magnify mine office ; 

Albeit in much feebleness I hold it thus unworthily. 

For it is to be one of a noble band, the welfare of the world, 

Whose haimt is on the lips of men, whose dwelhng in their hearts, 

Who are precious in the retrospect of Memory, and walk among the visions 

of Hope, 
Who commune with the good for everlasting, and call the wisest, brother, 
\Vhose voice hath burst the Silence, and whose light is flung upon the 

Darkness, 
— Flashing jewels on a robe of black, and harmony bounding out of chaos, — 
Who gladden empires witli their wisdom, and bless to the fartliest gene- 
ration, 
Doers of illimitable good, gainers of inestimable glory ! 
We speak but of the Magnates, we heed none humbler than the highest, 
We take no count of sorry scribes, nor waste one thought upon the 

groundlings ; 
Our eyes are hfted from the multitude, groping in the dark with candles, 
To gaze upon that firmament of praise, the constellated lamps of learning. 
Everduring witnesses of Mind, undisputed evidence of Power, 
Goodly volumes, living stones, build up their author's temple ; 
Though of low egfate, his rank is above princes, — though needy, he hath 
worship of the rich, 



142 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

When Genius imfurleth on the winds his banner as a mighty leader. 

Juf;t in purpose, and self-possessed in soul, lord of many talents, 

The mental Crcesus goeth forth, rejoicing in his wealth ; 

Keen and clear perception gloweth on his forehead like a sunbeam, 

He readeth men at a glance, and mists roll away before him ; 

The wise have set him as their captain, the foolish are rebuked at his 

presence, 
The excellent bless him with their prayers, and the wicked praise him by 

their curses ; 
His voice, mighty in operation, stirreth up ihe world as a trumpet, 
And kings account it honour to be numbered of his friends. 

Rare is the worthiness of Authorship : I justify mine office ; 

Albeit fancies weak as mine credit not the calling. 

For it addetb immortality to dying facts, that are ready to vanish away, 

Embalming as in amber the poor'insects of an hour ; 

Shedding upon stocks and stones the tender light of interest, 

And illumining dark places of the earth, with radiance of classic lustre. 

It hath power to make past things present, and availeth for the present in 

the future, 
Delivering thoughts, and words, and deeds, from the outer darkness of 

oblivion : 
Where are the sages and the heroes, giants of old time ? — 
Where are the mighty kings that reigned before Agamemnon ? — 
Alas, they lie unwept, unhonoured, hidden in the midnight : 
Alas, for they died unchronicled : their memorial perished with them. 
Where are the nobles of Nineveh, and mitred rulers of Babylon ? 
Where are the lords of Edom, and the royal pontiffs of Thebais ? 
The golden Satrap, and the Tetrarch, — the Hun, and the Druid, and the 

'Celt? 
The merchant princes of PhoBnicia, and the minds that fashioned Ele- 

phanta ? 
Alas, for the poet hath forgotten them ; and lo ! they are outcasts of 

Memory ; 
Alas, that they are withered leaves, sapless and fallen from the chaplet of 

fame. 
Speak, Etruria, whose bones be these, entombed with costly care, — 
Tell out, Herculaneum, the titles that have sounded in ^lose thy palaces,— 
Lycian Zanthus, thy citadels are mute, and the honour of their architects 

hath died ; 



OF AUTHORSHIP. 143 

Copan and Palenque, dreamy ruins in the West, the forest hath swallowed 

up your sculptures ; (') 
Syracuse, — how silent of the past ! — Carthage, thou art blotted from re- 
membrance ! 
Egypt, wondrous shores, ye are buried in the sandhills of forgetfulness ! 
Alas, — for in your glorious youth. Time himself was young. 
And none durst wrestle with that Angel, iron-sinewed bridegroom of Spac« ; 
So he flew by, strong upon the wing, nor dropped one falling feather, 
Wherewith some hoary scribe might register their honour and renown. 
Beyond the broad Atlantic, in the regions of the setting sun. 
Ask of the plume-crowned Incas, that ruled in old Peru, — 
Ask of grand Caziques, and priests of the pyramids of Mexico,— 
Ask of a thousand painted teibes, high nobility of Nature, 
Who, once, could roam their own ElyMan plains, free, generous, and 

happy, 
Who, now, degraded and in exile, having sold their fatherland for nought, 
Sink and are extingviished in the western seas, even as the sun they 

follow, — 
Where is the record of their deeds, their prowess worthy of Achilles, 
Nestor's wisdom, the chivalry of Manlius, the native eloquence of Cicero, 
The skill of Xenophon, the spirit of Alcibiades, the firmness of a Macca- 

ba?an mother. 
Brotherly love that Antigone might envy, the honour and the fortitude of 

Regulus ? 
Alas ! their glory and their praise have vanished like a summer-cloud ; 
Alas ! that they are dead indeed ; they are not written down in the Book 

of the living. 

High is the privilege of Authorship : I purify mine office ; 

Albeit earthly stains pollute it in my hands. 

For it is to the world a teacher and a guide, Mentor of that gay Telema- 

chus ; 
Warning, comforting, and helping, — a lover and a friend of Man. 
Heaven's almoner. Earth's health, patient minister of goodness, 
With kind and zealous pen, the wise religious blesseth : 
Nature's worshipper, and neophyte of grace, rich in tender sympathies, 
With kindled soul and flashing eye the poet poureth out his heartful : 
Priest of truth, champion of innocence, warder of the gates of praise, 
Carefully with sifting- search laboureth the pale historian : 



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144 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Error's enemy, and acolyte of science, firm In sober argument, 

Tlie calm philosopher marshalleth his facts, noting on liis page their 

principles. 
These pour mercies upon men ; and others, little less in honour, 
By cheerful wit and graphic tale refreshening the harassed spirit. 
But, there be other some beside, buyers and sellers in the temple. 
Who sliame their high vocation, greedy of inglorious gain ; 
There be, who, fabricating books, heed of them meanly as of merchandise ; 
And seek nor use, nor truth, nor fame, but sell their minds for lucre : 
O false brethren ! ye wot indeed the labour, but are witless of the love ; 
O lying prophets, chilled in soul, unquickened by tlie life of inspiration ! — 
And there be, who, frivolous and vain, seek to make others foolish, 
Snaring Youth by loose sweet song, and Age by selfish maxim ; 
Cleverly heartless, and wittily profane, they swell the river of corruption : 
Brilliaiit satellites of sin. — my soul, be not found among their company. 
And there be, who, haters of religion, toil to prove it priestcraft, 
Owning none other aim nor hope, but to confound the good : 
Woe unto them ! for their works shall live ; yea, to their utter con- 
demnation : 
Woe ! for their own handwriting shall testify against them for ever. 

Pure is the happiness of Authorship : I glorify mine office ; 

Albeit lightly having sipped the cup of its lower pleasures. 

For it is to feel with a father's heart, when he yearneth on the child of his 
affections ; 

To rejoice in a man's own miniature world, gladdened by its rare arrange- 
ment. 

'J^he poem, is it not a fabric of mind ? we love v.'hat we create : 

That choice and musical order, — how pleasant is the toil of composition ! 

Yea, when the volume of the universe w^as blazoned out in beauty by its 
Author, 

God was glad, and blessed his work ; for it was very good. 

And shall not the image of his Maker be happy in liis own mind's doing. 

Looking on the structure he hath reared, gratefully, with sweet com- 
placence ? 

Shall not t?ie Mivei'va of his brain, panoplied and perfect in proportions. 

Gladden the soul and give light unto the eyes of him the travailing parent ? 

Go to the sculptor, and ask him of his dreams, — wherefore are his nights so 
moonlit ? 



OF AUTHORSHIP. 145 

Angel faces, and beautiful shapes, fascinate the pale Pygmalion : 
Go to the painter, and trace his reveries, — wherefore are his days so sunny ? 
Choice design and skilful colouring charm the flitting hours of Parrhasius : 
Ev'en so, walking in his buoyancy, intoxicate with fairy fancies, 
The young enthusiast of authorship goeth on his way rejoicing : 
Behold, — he is gallantly attended ; legions of thrilling thoughts 
Throng about the standard of his mind, and call liis Will their captain ; 
Behold, — his court is as a monarch's ; ideas, and grand imaginations 
Swell, with gorgeous cavalcade, the splendour of his Spiritual State ; 
Behold, — he is delicately served ; for oftentimes, in solitary calmness, 
Some mental fair Egeria smileth on her Numa's worship ; 
Behold, — he is happy ; there is gladness in his oyo, and his heart is a 

sealed fountain, 
Bounding secretly with joys unseen, and keeping down its ecstasy of 

pleasure ! 

Yea ; how dignified, and worthy, full of privilege and happiness, 

Standeth in majestic independence the self-ennobled Author ! 

For God hath blessed him with a mind, and cherished it in tenderness and 

purity, 
Hath taught it in the whisperings of wisdom, and added all the riches of 

content : 
Therefore, leaning on his God,"^a pensioner for soul and body, 
His spirit is the subject of none other, calling no man Master. 
His hopes are mighty and eternal, scorning small ambitions : 
He hideth from the pettiness of praise, and pitieth the feebleness of envy. 
If he meet honours, well ; it may be his humility to take them : 
If he be rebuked, better ; his veriest enerny shall teach him. 
For the master-mind hath a birthright of eminence ; his cradle is an eagle's 

eyrie : 
Need but to wait till his Vvings are grown, and genius soareth to the sun : 
To creeping things upon the mountain leaveth he the gradual ascent, 
Resting his swiftness on the summit only for a higher flight. 
Glad in clear good-conscience, lightly doth ho look for commendation ; 
What, if the prophet lacketh honour ? for he can spare that praise : 
The honest giant careth not to be patted on the back by pigmies : 
Flatter greatness, he brooketh it good-humouredly : blame him, — thou 

tiltest at a pyramid : 
Yet, just censure of the good never can he hear without contrition ; 

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146 PROVERBIAL rHILCSOPHY. 

Neitlier would lie miss one who man's pr.aisc, for scarco is that jewel and 
costly. 

On;}^ for the herd of cainrnon mind.-, and tho \Milgar triimpetlnf^s of fame, 

If aught ho hecdeth in the matter, his honour is sought in their neglect. 

Slender is the marvel, and little is the glory, when round his luscious 
fruits 

The- worm and the wasp and the multitade of flies are gathered as to ban- 
quet ; 

Fashion's freak, and the critical sting, and the flood of fiatteries, ho Ecometh; 

Checrruliy asking of the crowd the favoar to forget him : 

The while his hloonung fruits ripen in richer fragrance, 

A faast for the fow,-~and the many yet unborn, — who still shall love their 
savour. 

So then, humhly witli his God, and proudly independent of his fellows, 
Walketh, in pleasures muUitadinonn, the man ennobled liy his pen : 
He hath built up, glorious arcliii oct, a monument more durable than brass ; 
His children's cldldrcn shall talk of him in love, and teach their sons his 

honour : 
His dignity halh sctliim among prince:^ the univer.^e is debtor to liis worth, 
Hi:' privilego is bles:--iing for ever, his happiness shinoth novv'. 
For he standeth of that grand Election, each man one am.ong a thousand, 
V»n?03e sound is gone out into iill lauiil'', and their words to the end of the 

vrorld ! 



OF MYSTEPwY. 

Alt. things being are in mystery ; we expound mysteries by mysteries ; 

And yet the secret of them all i'-- one in simole grandeur : 

All intricate, yet each path plain, to those who know the way ; 

Al! unapproachable, yet easy of access, to ihr^m that hold the key : 

Wo walk among labyrinths of wonder, but threac) the m.azes wlih a clue ; 

W*3 sail in chartless seas, but behold ! the pol'^-star is above us. 

T'ur, counting down from God's good-will, thou meltest every riddle into 

him, 
The axiom of reason is an undiscovered God, and all things hvo in his 

ubiquity ; 



OF MYSTERY. 14t 

There is only one great secret ; but that one hideth every where ; 

How should the infinite bo understood in Timo, when it strctchelh en un- 

gi'aspc^d for over ; 
Can a halting OEdipus of earth giioss that enigma of the v.niverse ? 
Not one : !he sword of faith mast cnt the Gordian knot of nature. 

God, poi-vading all, is in all things the myptery of cac'i ; 

The wherefore of iti ciiarncter and essence, the fonntain of its virtues and 

its b?aiitie3. 
Tlie child asketh of its mother, — Wherefore is the violet so sweet ? 
The mother answereth lior babe. — Darling, God hath willed it. 
And sages, diving into ^;cicnce, ha.vc but a profundity cf word?*, 
They track, for some few links, the circling chain of ccnscquence, 
And then, after doubts and disputations, arc left v/here they began. 
At the bald conclusion of a clown, things are because they are. 
Wherefore are the meadow,^, green, is it not to gratify the eye ? 
But Vv'hy should greenness charm the eye ? such is God's good will. 
Wherefore is the ear attuned to a pleasure in musical sound?, 
And v.-ho set a mimber to those sounds, and fixed the laws of harmony ? 
Wiio tauglit the bird to build its nest, or lent the shrub its life, 
Or roi.cd in the lal.nces of order the power to attr.ict and to repel ? 
Who continueih the worlds, and the sea, and the heart in motion ? 
"Who commanded gravitation to tie down all upon its pplicrc ? — 
For even as a lim-^ftone c'iff is an aggregate of countless shells, 
One riddle concrete of many, a mystery com.pact of mysterie?, 
So God. cloudcapped in imm.ensity, standeth the cohesion of all things, 
And secret^', sublimely indistinct, permeate that Universe, Him?elf : 
As is the whole, so arc the parts, whether they b? mighty or minute : 
The sun is not more unoxplained than the tissue of an emmet's wing. 

Thus, then, omnipresent Deity v."cr-;eth his unbia^ised mind, 

A mind, one in moral, but infinitely multiplied in means : 

And the uniform prudence of his will cometh to be counted law, 

Till mutable man fancieth volition, stirring in the potter's clay : 

God, a Vv'ise father, showetli not hij reasons to his babes ; 

But willeth in secrecy and goodness ; for causes gen^^rate dispute : 

Tlien we, his darkling children, watch that invariable purpose. 

And invest the passive creature with its Maker's energy and skill. 

Therefore, they of old time stopped short of God in idols ; 



148 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Therefore, in these latter days, we heed not the Jehovah in his works. 

Mystsry is God's great name ; He is the mystery of goodness : 

Some otliei', from the hierarchs of heaven, usurped the mystery of sin. 

God is the King, yea, even of himself; he crowned himself with holiness; 

The burning circlet of iniquity another found and wore. 

God is separate, even from his attributes ; but he willed eternally the 

good ; 
Therefore freely, though unchangeably, is wise, righteous, and loving : 
But ambition, open unto angels, saw the evil, flung aside from everlasting : 
It was Lucifer that saw, and nothing loathed those black unclaimed 

regalia, 
So he coveted and stole, to be counted for a king, antagonist of God : 
BuL when he touched the leprous robes, behold, a cheated traitor. 

For self-existence, charactered with love, with power, wisdom, and ubi- 
quity, 
Could not dwell alone, but willed and worked creation. 
Thus in continual exhalation, darkening the void with matter, 
Sprang from prolific Deity the creatures of his skill ; 
And beings, living on his breath, were needfully less perfect than himself, 
Therefore less capable of bliss, whereat his benevolence was bounded ; 
So to make the capability expand, intensely progressive to eternity. 
He suffered darkness to illustrate the light, and pain to heighten pleasure ; 
To heap up happiness on souls he loved, allowed he sin and sorrow, 
And then to guilt and grief and shame, he brought unbidden amnesty : 
Sinless, none had been redeemed, nor wrapt again in God : 
Sorrowless, no conflict had been known, and heaven had been mulcted ot 

its comfort : 
Yea, with evil unexhibited, probationary toils unfelt, 
Men had not appreciated good, nor angels valued their security. 
Herein, to reason's eye, is revealed the mystery of goodness, 
Blessing through permitted woe, and teaching by the mystery of sin. 

O Chhristian, whose chastened curiosity loveth things mysterious, 
Accounting them shadows and eclipses of Him the one great light. 
Look now, satisfied with faith, on minds that judge by sense, 
And dull from contemplating matter, take small heed of spirit. 
Toiling feebly upward, their argument tracketh from below, 
They catch the latest consequent, and prove the nearest cause : 



OF MYSTERY. 149 

What is this ? that a seed produced a seed, and so for a thousand seasons. 

Ascend a thousand staps, thj' ladder leaveth thee in air : 

Thou canst not climb to God, and short of Him is nothing ; 

There is no cause for aught we see, but in his present will. 

Begin from the Maker, thou earnest down his attributes to reptiles, 

The sharded beetle and the lizard live and move in Him : 

Begin from the creature, corruption and infirmity mar thy foolish toil : 

Heap Ossa on Olympus, — how much art thou nearer to the stars ? 

It is easy running from a mountain's top down to the valleys at its foot, 

But difficult and steep the laborious ascent, and feebly shalt thou reach it; 

Yet man, beginning from himself, that first deluding mystery, 

Hopeth from the pit of lies to struggle up to truth ; . 

So, taxing knowledge to its strength, he pusheth one step further, 

And fancieth complacently that much is done by reaching a remote effect: 

Then he makeih answer to himself, as a silly nurse to her little one, 

Evading, in a mist of words, hard things he cannot solve ; 

Till, like an ostrich in the desert, he burieth his head in atoms, 

Hoping that, if he is blind, no sun can shine in heaven. 

Therefore cometh it to pass, that an atheist is ever the most credulous, 

Snatching at any foolish cause, that may dispel his doubts ; 

And, even as it were for ridicule, a spectacle to men and angels. 

The captious and cautious unbeliever is of all men weakest to believe : 

Cut from the anchorage of God, his bark is a plaything of the billows ; 

The compass of his principle is broken, the rudder of his faith unshipped : 

Chance and Fate, in a stultified antagonism, govern all for him ; 

Truth sprang from the conflict of falsities, and the multitude of accidents 

hath bred design ! 
Wliere is the imposture so gross that shall not entrap his curiosity ? 
What superstition is so abject that it dojth not blanch his cheek ? 
Whereof can he be sure, with whom Chaos is substitute for Order ? 
How should his silly structure stand, a pyramid built upon its apex ? 
Yea, I have seen gray-headed men, the bastard slips of science, 
Go for light to glowworms, while they scorn the sun at noon ; 
Men, who fear no God, trembling at a gipsy's curse, 
Men, who jest at a revelation, clinging to a madman's prophecy ! 

There is a pleasing dread in the fashion of all mysteries, 

For hope is mixed therein and fear ; who shall divine their issue ? 



150 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Even the orphan, wandering by night, lost on dreary moors, 

Is sensible of somo vague bliss amidst his shapeleso terrors ; 

Tho bLioyancy of instant expectation, spurring on the mind to venture, 

Overb-3arcth, in its energy, the crarap and the chill of apprehension. 

There is a solitary pride, when the heart, in new importance, 

Writeth gladly on its archive.?, the secrets none other men have seen : 

And there is a caged terror, evermore vv^rcstling with the mind, 

When crime hath whispered Iiis confession, and the secrets are written 

there in blocd : 
The village maiden is elated at a tenderly confided tale ; 
The bandit's wife with sicliening fear guessed the premeditated murder ; 
The sage, with triumph on his brow, liideth his deep discovery ; 
Tii3 idlest ciown shall del\e all day to find a hidden treasure. 

For myr^tery is man's life ; Ave wake to the whisperings of novelty : 
And what, though we lie down disappointed ? we sleep, to wake in hope. 
The letter, or the news, the chances and tho changes, matters that may 

happen, 
SwGCten or embi'^ter daily life with the honey-gall of niysteiy. 
For we walk blindfold, — and a niinute may bo much, — a step may reach 

the precipice ; 
What earthly los.?, what heavenly gain, may not this day produce ? 
Levelled of Alps and Andes, without its valleys and ravines, 
How dull the face of earth, unfeaturcd of both beauty and sublimity : 
And so, shorn of mystery, beggared in its liopes and fear.^, 
How flat the prctjpect of existence, mapped by intuitive foreknowledge ? 
Praise God, creature of earth, for the mercies linked u'ith secrecy. 
That spices of uncertainty enrich thy cup of life : 
Praise God, his hosts on high, for the mysteries that make (dl joy ; 
What were intelligence, with nothing more to iearn, or heaven, in eternity 

of sameness ? 

To number eveiy nr/stery were to sum the sum of all things: 
None can exhaust a theme, v.hereof God is example and similitude. 
Nevertlieless, t:ike a garland from the garden, a handf.d from the harvest, 
Some scattered drops of spray from the ceaseless mighty cataract. 
Whence are we, — vv'hither do wo tend, — hovv do we feel and reason ? 
How strange a thing is man, a spirit saturating clay ! 
When doth soul maky embryos immortal,— how do they rank hereafter, — 
And will tho unconscious idiot be quenched in death as notliing ? 



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OF MYSTERY. 15X 

In essence immaterial, arc these minds, as it were thinking machines ? 
For, to understand may bat rightly be to use a mechanism all possess, 
So that in reading or hearing of another, a man shall saem unto himself 
To be recollecting images or arguments, native and congenial to hl3 mind : 
And yet, what ghall we say, — who can aread the liddle ? 
The brain may be clockwork, and mind its s|;ring, mechanism quickened 
by a sjfirit. 

Who so threv.d ;-. rightly to divide life, instinct, reason ; 

Trees, zoophytes, cj-eatures of the plain, and savage man among them ? 

Hath tlie mimosa instinct, — or the scallop more tlian life, — 

Or the dog less than reason, — or the brute man more than instinct ? 

What is the cause of liealth, — and the gendering of disease ? 

Why should arsenic kill, — and v^^hence is the potency of antidotes ? 

Behold, a morsel, — eat and die ; tlie term of thy probation is expired : 

Behold, a potion—drink and be alive ; the limit of thy trial is enlarged. 

Who can expoi-nd beauty ? or explain the character of nations ? 

Who will furnish a cause for the epidemic force of fashion ? 

Is tiiere a moral magnetism living in the light of example ? 

Is practice electricity ? — Yet all tiiese are bat names. 

Doth normal Art imprison, in its work-:, spirit translated into substance, 

So that the statue, the picture, or the poem, are crystals of the mind ? 

And doth Pliilosophy vvith sublimating skill shred av/ay the matter, 

Till rarelied intelligence exudeth even oat of stocks and stones ? 

O mysteries, ye all arc one, the mind of an inexplicable Architect 
Dwelleth alike in each, quickening and moving in them all. 
Fields, and forests, and cities of men, their woe?', and wealth, and works, 
And customs, and contrivances of life, with all v/e see anl know, 
For a little way, a little vmiic, ye hang dep^endent on each other, 
But all are hold in rne right hand, and by His will ye are. 
Here is answer unto mystery, an unintelligible God, 
Tais is the end and the beginning, it is reason that He be not imderstood. 
Therefore it were probable and just, even to a man's weak thinking, 
To htive one for God who always may be learnt, yet never fully known : 
That He, from whom all mysteries spring, in whom they all converge, 
ThronTd in Ins sublimity beyond the grovellings of lower intellect, 
Shoi !d claim to be truer than man's truest, the boasted certainty of numbers, 
{^should baffle his arithmetic, confound his demonstrations, and paralyze the 
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152 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Standing supreme as the mystery of mysteries, every wliere, yet im- 
personate, 
Essential one in three, essential three in one ! 



OF GIFTS. 

I HAD a seeming friend ; — ^I g-ave him gifts, and he was gone ; 
I had an open enemy ; — I gave him gifts, and won him ; 
Common friendship standetli on equalities, and cannot bear a debt ; 
But the very hsart of hate melteth at a good man's love : 
Go to, then, thou that sayest, — I will give and rivet the links : 
For pride shall kick at obligation, and push the giver from him. 
The covetous spirit may rejoice, revelling in thy largess. 
But chilling selfishness will mutter, — I must give again : 
The vain heart may be glad, in this new proof of man's esteem, 
But the same idolatry of self abhorreth thoughts of thanking. 

Nevertheless, give ; for it shall be a discriminative test, 

Separating honesty from falsehood, weeding insincerity from friendsliip : 

Give, it is like God ; thou weariest the bad with benefits : 

Give, it is like God ; thou gladdenest the good by gratitude. 

Give to thy near of kin, for Providence hath stationed thee his helper : 

Yet see that he claim not as his right, thy freewill offering of duty. 

Give to the young, they love it ; neither hath the poison of suspicion 

Spoilt the flavour of their thanks, to look for latent motives. 

Give to merit, largely give ; his conscious heart will bless thee : 

It is not flattery, but love, — the sympathy of men his bretliren. 

Give, for encouragement in good ; the weak desponding mind 

Hath many foes, and much to do^ and leaneth on its friends. 

Yet heed thou wisely these ; give seldom to thy better ; 

For such obtrusive boon shall savour of presumption ; 

Or, if his courteous bearing greet thy proffered kindness. 

Shall not thine independent honesty be vexed at the semblance of a bribe 7 

Moreover, heed thou this ; give to thine equal charily. 

The occasion fair and fitting, the gift well chosen and desired : 



OF GIFTS. 153 

Hath he been prosperous and blest ? a flower may show thy gladness ; 
Is he in need ? with liberal love, tender him the well-filled purse : 
Disease shall welcome friendly care in grapes and precious unguents ; 
And where a darling child hath died, give praise, and hope, and 83111 pathy ; 
Yet on;:e more, heed thou thir. ; give to the poor discreetly, 
Nor suffer idle sloth to lean upon thy charitable arm : 
To diligence give, as to an equal, on just and fit occasion ; 
Or he bartereth his hard-earned self-reliance for the casual lottery of gifts ; 
The timely loan hath added nerve, where easy liberality would palsy ; 
Work and wages make a light heart : but the mendicant asketh with a 

heavy spirit. 
A man's ov/n self respect is worth unto him more than money, 
And evil is the charity that liumbleth, and maketh man less happy. 

Tliere are who sow liberalities, to reap the like again ; 

But men accept his boon, scorning the shallow usurer ; 

1 have known many such a fisherman lose his golden baits ; 

And oftentimes the tame decoy escapeth with the flock. 

Yea, there are who give unto the poor, to gain large interest of God : 

Fool, — to think His wealth is money, and not mind : 

And haply after thine alms, thy calculated givings, 

Tlie liurricane shall blast thy crops, and sink tlie homeward snip ; 

Then shall thy worldly soul murmur that the balances were false, 

Thy ti'ader's mind shall think of God, — He stood not to his bargain t 

Give, saiih tiie preacher, be large in liberality, yield to the holy impulse, 
Tarry not for cold consideration, but clieerfully and freely scatter ; 
So, for complacency of conscience, in a gush of counterfeited charity, 
He that hath not wherewith to be just, selfishly presumeth to be generous ; 
The debtor, and the rich by wrong, are known among the band of the be- 
nevolent ; 
And men extol the noble liearts, wlio rob that they may give. 
Receivers are but little prone to challenge rights of giving, 
Nor stop to test, for conscience-sake, the rigiiteousness of mammon : 
And tlie zealot in a cause is a receiver, at the hand which betteretli his 

cause ; 
And thus an unsuspected bribe shall blind the good man's judgment : 
It is easy to excuse greatness, and the rich are readily forgiven : 
What, if his gains were evil, sanctified by using them aright ? 

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154' PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

O Siiallow flatterer, self-interest is thy thought, 

Hopeless of paitakiug in the like, thou too woullcst scorn the giver. 

Money hath its value ; and the scattorer thereof his thauks : 

Fcv/ men, drinking at a rivulet, stop to consider its source. 

The hand that closeth on an aim, bo it lor necessities or zeal. 

Hath small scriiple v«'henc3 it came : Vespasian rejoiceth in his tribute ; 

Therefore have colleges and hospitals risen upon crplians' wrongs, 

Chapels and cathedrals have thriven on the welcome v/ages of ini'juity, 

And fraud, in evil couiponsation, hath salved his guilty conscience, 

Not by restoring to th-j clieated, but by ostentatious giving to the gTateful. 

So, those wlio reap rejoice ; and reaping, bless t'le sower : 
No one is eager to discover, where discover)' tendctli unto loss; 
Yet, if knowledge of a theft make gainers thereby guilty. 
Can he be altogether innocent who never asked the honesty of gain ? 
Therefore, O preacher, zealous for charity, temper thy v/arm appeal, — 
Warning the debtor and v.njustly rich, they may not dare to give : 
To do good is tt privilege and gr.erdon : how shor.ld'jst thou rejoice 
If ill-got gifts of })resi;niptuous fraud be oflered on tlie altar ? 
The question is not of dv=»groes ; unhallowed alms are e^•il : 
Discourage and reje::t alike the obolus or talent o? iniquity., 

Yet more, l:o c-arcful that, unwortliiiy, thou gain not an advantage over 

wealiness, 
Unstable soul?, fervent and profuse, iluttcred by the foeling of the moment : 
For eloquence swayeth to its will the feeble and the conscious of defect : 
Rashly give tiioy, and afterward.^ arc sad, — a gift that doubly erred. 
It was €ie worldlines.s of priestcraft that accounted almsgiving for charity; 
And m?.ny a father's penitence hath steeped his son in penury : 
Yet, considered he lightly the guilt of a deathbed sellishncss 
That strove to take with him, for gain, tiic gold no longer his ; 
So he died in a false peace, and dying robbed his kindred ; 
The cunning friar at his side having ciieated both the living and tlic deed. 

Charity sitteth on a fair hill-top, blessing far and near, 
But her garments drop ambrosia, chietly on the violets around her : 
She gladdeneth indoed the maplike sc-ene, stretching to the verge of the 
honzon, 



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For her angel face is lustrou^^ and bclovcJ, even as tlie moon in heaven : 
But th9 light of that beatliic virion gloweth in screncr concentration, 
Tlie nearer to hgr hear!, and nearer to her home, — that hil!-top where she 

sitteth : 
Therefore is she kind nnto her kin, yearning in aftoction on her neighbours:, 
Gi\ino; Gifca to thcs? around who know and love her well. 
But the counterfeit of charity, an hyjiocritc ol" eartli, not a grace of heaven, 
iSceketh not to bless at iiome, for lier nearer aspect is ill-favonrcd : 
Thcrcfcie hidetii she for shame, counting that pride hnmihty, 
And none of those around her hearth are giadJened by her gifts : 
Rather, with an overreaching zeal, flingeth she her bounty to the stranger, 
And scattered prodigaUtios abroad compensate for meanness in her home ; 
For beaerits showered on the dist-iiit shine in unmixed beauty, 
So.tliat even she may reap their undiscerning praise : 
Therefore native want hath pined, where foreign need was fattened ; 
Woman been crushed by the tyrannous hand that upheld the flag of lib- 
erality ; 
Poverty been prisoned up and starved by hearts that are maudlin upon crime ; 
And frcoborn Labos been manacled by men who liberate the sturdy slave. 

Policy counselleth a gilt, given wisely and in season. 

And policy afterward approveth it, for great is tlie inlluence of gifts. 

The lover, unsmiled upon before, is welcomed for Ins jewelled bauble ; 

The righteous aiiise without a fee must yield to bounteous guilt : 

How fair is a man in thine esteem whose just discrimination seeketh thee, 

And so, discerning merit, honoureth it w^th gifts I 

Yea, let tlie cause appear sutlicient, and the motive clear and unsuspicious, 

As given unto one who cannot help, or proving honest tlianks, 

There livcth not one among a million who is proof against the charm of 

liberality, 
And flattery, that boon of praise, hath, power with tlie wisest. 

Man is of three natures, craving all tor cliarity : 

It is not enough to give him meats, withholding other comfort ; 

For tne mind starvcth, and the soul is scorned, and so the human animal 

Eatcth its unsatisfying pittance, a thankless, heartless pauper: 

Yet would he bless thee and be grateful, didst thou feed his spirit, 

And teach him that thine almsgivings are charities, are loves. 

— I St'iw a beggar in the street, and another beggar pitied him ; 



156 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Sympathy sank into bis soul, and the pitied one felt happier : 
Anon passed by a cavalcade, children of wealth and gayety ; 
Tlicy laughed and looked upon the beggar, and the gallants flung him 

gold ; 
He, poor spirit-humbled wretch, gathered up their givings with a curse, 
And vv'ent — to share it with his brother, the beggar who had pitied him ! 



OF BEAUTY. 

Thou mightier than Manoah's son, whence is thy great strength, 
And wherein the secret of thy craft, O charmer charming wisely ? — 
For thou art strong in weakness, and in artlessness well-skilled, 
Constant in the multitudes of change, and simple amidst intricate com- 
plexity. 
Folly's shallow lip can ask the deepest question, 
And many wise in many words should answer, what is beauty ? 
Wlio shall separate the hues that liicrker on a dying dolphin, 
Or analyze the jewelled lights that deck the peacock's train, 
Or shrewdly mix upon a pallette the tints of an iridescent spar, 
Or set in rank the wandering shades about a watered silk ? 

For beauty is intangible, vague, ill to be delined : 

She hatli the coat of a chameleon, clianging while we watch it. 

Strangely woven is the web, disorderly yet harmonious, 

A ghstening robe of n^ingled mesh, that may not be unravelled. 

It is shot with heaven's blue, the soul of summer skies, 

And twifted strings of light, the mind of noonday suns, 

And ruddy gleam.s of life, that roll along the veins, 

A coat of many colours, running curiously together. 

There is threefold beauty for man ; twofold bs-auty for the animal ; 

And the beauty of inanimates is single : body, temper, spirit. 

Multiplied in endless combinatiojj, issue the changeable results ; 

Each class verging on the other twain, v/ith imperceptible gradation ; 

And every individual in each having his propriety of ditSiirence, 

So that the meanest of creation bringeth in a tribute of the beautiful. 



OF BEAUTY, 157 

Yea, from the worst in favour shineth out a fitness of design, 
The patent mark of beauty, its Maker's name imprest. 
For the great Creator's seal is set to all his works ; 
Its quartcrings are Attributes of praise, and all the shield is beauty. 
So, that heraldic blazon is Creation's common signet ; 
And the universal familv of lifegooth in the colours of its Lord: 
But each one, as a several son, shall bear those arms with a difference : 
Beauty, various in phase, and similar in seeming oppositions. 
The coins of old Rome were struck with a diversity for each, 
Barely two be found alike in every Caesar's image : 
So, note thou the seals, ranged around the charters of the Universe, 
The finger of God is the stamp upon them all, but each hath its separate 
variety. 

Beauty, theme of innocence, how may guilt discourse tliee ? 

Let holy angels sing thy praise, for man hath marred thy visage. 

Still, the maimed torso of a Theseus can gladden taste with its proportions ; 

Thougli sin hath shattered every limb, how comely are the fragments ! 

And music leaveth on the ear a menfory of sweet sounds ; 

And broken arches charm the sight with hints of fair completeness. 

So, v/hile hunibled at the ruin, be thou grateful for the relics ; 

Go forth, and look on all around with land uncaptious eye : 

Freely let us wander through these unfreq iiented ways. 

And talk of glorious beauty filling all the world. 

For beauty hideth every where, that Reason's child may seek her, 
And having found the gem of price, may set it in God's crown. 
Beauty nestleth in the rosebud, or v/alketh the firmament with planets, 
She is heard in the beetle's evening hymn, and shouteth in the matins of 

tlie sun ; 
The cheek of the peach is glowing with her smile, her splendour blazeth 

in the lightning, 
She is the dryad of the woods, the naiad of the streams ; 
IL-r golden hair hath tapestried the silkworm's silent chamber. , 

And to her measured harmonies the wild waves beat in time : 
With tinkling feet at eventide she danceth in the meadow. 
Or, like a Titan, lieth stretched athwart the ridgy Alps ; 
She is rising in her veil of mist a Venus from tlie v^aters, — 
Men gaze upon the loveliness, — and lo, it is beautii.d exceedingly ; 



155 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

She, with the might of a Eiiarciis, is dragging down the clouds upon the 

mountain, — 
Men look upon tha grandeur, — and lo, it is cxctollcnt in glory. 
F(tr I judge tb.at beauty and sublimity be b;\t the lesser an;! the groat, 
Sublime, as mngnilied to giant-;, and beautiful, diminished into ftiiries. 
li were a false fancy to solve all beauty by desire, 
It were a lowering tiiought to expound sublimity by dread. 
Cowardly me-i with trembling hearts have feared the furious storm, 
Nor fait its thrilling beauty : but is it then not beautiful ? 
And careless men, at summer's eve, have loved the dimpled waves ; 
O that smile upon the seas, — hath it no sublim.ity ? 
Dost thou nothing know of this, — to be awed at v^/oman's beauty ? 
Nor, with exhilarated heart, to huil the crashing thunder ? 
Thou hast much to learn, that never found a fearfidncss in llowers, 
Thou hast missed of joy, that never basked in beauties of the terrible. 

Show me an enthusiast in aught; ho liath noted one thing naiTowIy ; 

And lo, liis keenness hath detected the one dear hiding-place of beauty. 

Then h.e boasteth, simple soul, flattered by discovery. 

Fancying tha,t no science else can show so fair and precious : 

He hath found a ray of light, and cherisheth the treasure in his closet, 

-Mocking at those larger minds, that bathe in fiooods of noon ; 

Lo, what a jewel hath he gotten, — this is the monopolist of beauty, — 

And lightly heeding all beside, he poured his yearnings thitherward : 

Be it for love, or for learning, habit, art, or nature. 

Exclusive thought is all the cause of this particular zeal. 

But the like intensity of fitness, kind and skilful beauty, 

So pleasant to his mind in one thing, filleth all beside : 

From the wT^king minute of a chrysalis to the perfect cycle of chronology, 

From the centipede's jointed armour to the mammoth's fossil ribs. 

From, the kingfisher's shrill note to the cataract's thundering bass, 

From the greensward's grateful hues to the fascinating eye of woman, 

Eeauty, various in all things, st'tteth up her hosne in each, 

bhedding graciously aroimd an omnipresent smile. 

There is beauty in tiie rolling clouds, and placid sliinglc beach, 
In feathery snows, and whistling winds, and dim electric skies; 
There is beauty in the rounded woods, dank with heavy foliagCj 
In laughing selds,, srd dinted hills, the valley and its lake ; 



OF BEAUTY. 159 

There is beauty in the gullies, beauty on the cliffi?, beauty in sun and 

shacb, 
In rocks and riverr^, seas and plains, — the earth is drowned in beauty. 

Beauty coileth with the water-snake, and is cradled in the shrcwmouse's 

noKt, 
)SIio fiiuetii out with evening bat?, and the soft mole hid her in his tunnel ; 
The limpet is encamped upon the shore, and beauty not a stranger to his 

tent ] 
The silvery dace and golden cai-p thread the rushes with her : 
Slie saileth into clouds with an eagle, she llattereth into tulips with a 

humming-bird ; 
The pasturing kiiie are of her company, and she prowlcth with the leopard 

in liis jungle. 

Moreover, for the reasonable world, its words, and acts, and speculation, 

For frail and fallen manhood, in every work and way. 

Beauty, wrecked and stricken, lingereth still among us, 

And morsels of that shattered siin arc dropt upon t!ie darkness. 

Yea, v.'ith savages and boors, tho mean, the cruel, and besotted, 

Ever in extenuating grace hide soine relics of the beautiful. 

Gleams of kindness, deeds of courage, patience, justice, generosity, 

Truth v/elcomed, knowledge prized, rebukes taken with contrition. 

All in various measure, have been blest with some of tliese, 

And never yet hath li\'ed the man utterly beggared of the beautiful. 

Beauty is as crystal in the torchlight, sparkling on the poet's page ; 

Virgin honey of Hymettus, distilled from the lips of the orator ; 

A savour of sv/eet spikenard, anointing the hands of liberality ; 

A feai>t of angels' food set upon the tables of religion. 

She is seen in the tear of sorrow, and heard in the exuberanc^3 of mirth ; 

She gceth out early with the huntsman, and watcheth at the pillow of 

disease. 
Science, in his secret laws, hath found out latent beant\', 
Sphere and square, and cone and curve, are fashioned by her rules : 
Ivlechanism met her in his forces, fancy caught her in its flitthigs, 
Day is lightened by her eyes, and her eyelids close upon the night. 

Beauty is dependence in the babe, a toothless tender nursling ; 



]60 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. - 

Beauty is boldness in the boy, a curly rosy truant ; 
Beauty is modesty and grace in fair retiring girlhood, 
Beauty is openness and strength in pure high-minded youth ; 
Man, the noble and intelligent, gladdeneth earth in beauty, 
And woman's beauty sunneth him, as with a smile from heaven. 

There is none enchantment against beauty, Magician for all time, 

Whose potent spells of sympathy have charmed the passive world : 

Verily, she reigneth a Semiramis ; there is no might against her ; 

The lords of every land are harnessed to her triumph. 

Beauty is conqueror of all, nor ever yet v/as found among the nations 

That iron-moulded mind, fall proof against her power. 

Beauty, like a sunmier's day, subdueth by sweet influences ; 

Who can wrestle against Sleep ? — yet is that giant very gentleness. 

Ajax may rout a phalanx, but Ix-auty shall enslave him single-handed : 

Pericles ruled Athens, yet is he the servant of Aspasia : 

Light were the labour, and often-told the tale, to coimt the victories of 

beauty, — 
Helen, and Judith, and Omphale, and Thais, many a trophied name, 
At a glance the misiinthrope was softened, and repented of his vows : 
When beauty asked, he gave, and banned her — with a blessing ; 
The cold ascetic loved the smile that lit his dismal cell, 
And kindly stayed her step, and v/ept when she departed ; 
The bigot abbess felt her heart gush with a mother's feeling, 
When looking on some lovely face beneath the cloister's shade ; 
Usury freed her without ransom : the buccaneer wns gentle in her presence : 
Madness kissed her on the cheeek, and Idiocy brightened at her coming : 
Yea, the very cattle in the field, and hungry prowlers of the forest, 
With fawning homage greeted her, as beauty glided by. 
A welcome guest, unbidden, she is dear to every hearth ; 
A glad spontaneous growth of friends are springing round her rest : 
Learning sitteth at Jier feet, and Idleness laboureth to please her ; 
Folly hath flung aside his bells, and leaden Dullness glovveth ; 
Prudence is rash in her defence ; Frugality filleth her with riches ; 
Despair came to her for counsel ; and Bereavement was glad when she 

consoled ; 
Justice putteth up his sword at the tear of supplicating beauty, 
And Mercy, with indulgent haste, hath pardoned beauty's sin. 



OF ^EAUTY. 161 

For beauty is the substitute for all things, satisfying every absence, 

Tiie rich delirious cup, to make all else forgotten ; 

She also is the zest unto all things, enhancing every presence, 

The rare and preeions ambergris, to quicken each perfume. 

O beauty, thou art eloquent ; yea, thougii slow of tongue, 

Thy breast, fair Phryne, pleaded well before the dazzled judge ; 

O beauty, thou art wise ; yea, though teaching falsely, 

Sages listen, sweet Corinna, to commend thy lips ; (') 

O beauty, thou art ruler ; yea, though lowly as a slave, 

Myrrha, that imperial brow is monarch of thy lord ; 

O beauty, thou art winner ; yea, though halting in the race, 

Hippodame, Camilla, Atalanta, — in gracefulness ye fascinate your umpires ; 

O beauty, thou art rich ; yea, though clad in russet. 

Attains cannot boast his gold against the wealth of beauty ; 

O beauty, thou art noble ; yea, though Esther be an exile. 

Set her up on high, ye kings, and bow before the majesty of beauty ! 

Friend and scholar, who, in charity, liast walked with me thus far, 
We have wandered in a wilderness of sweets, tracking beauty's foot- 
steps : 
And ever as we rambled on among the tangled thicket, 
]\Iany a startled thought hath tempted further roaming ; 
Passion, sympathetic influence, might of iiuaginary halos, — 
Many the like would lure aside, to hunt their wayward themes. 
And, look you ! — from his ferny bod in yonder hazel coppice, 
A dappled hart hath flung aside the boughs and broke away ; 
He is fleet and capricious as the zephyr, and with exulting bounds 
Hieth down a turfy lane between the sounding woods ; 
His neck is garlanded with flowers, his antlers hung with chaplets, 
And rainbow-coloured ribbons stream adown his mottled flanks : 
Should we follow ? — fooUsh hunters thus to chase afoot, — 
Wlio can track the airy speed and doubling wiles of Taste ? 

For the estimates of human beauty, dependent upon time and clime, 
Manifold and changeable, are multiphed the more by strange gregarious 

fashion : 
And notable ensamples in the great turn to epidemics in the lower, 
So that a nation's taste shall vary with its rulers. 
Stem Egypt, humbled to the Greek, fancied softer idols ; 



162 PR0VERJ3IAL PiftLOSOPHY. 

Gvceze, the Roman province, nigh forgat her classic sculpture ; 

Rome, crushed beneath th3 Goth, loved his barbarian habits ; 

And Ahric, with his ruffian horde, is tamed by silijen Rome. 

Columbia's flcittoned liead, and China's crumpled feet, — 

The civilized tapering \vai»t, — and the pendulous ears of the savage, — 

The swollen throat among the mountains, and an ebon skin beneath the 

tropics, — 
The.^e shall all be reckoned beauty ; and for weighty cause : 
First, for the latter ; Providence in mercy tempereth taste by circumstance, 
So that Nature's must shall hit her creature's liking ; 
Second, for the middle ; though the foolishness of vanity seek to mar 

proportion, 
Still, defects in those we love shall soon be counted pi-aise ; 
Third, for the first ; a chief and a princess, nuiimed or distorted from the 

cradle. 
Shall coax the llattery of slaves to imitate the gTcat in their deformity ; 
H 3nc3 groweth habit ; and habits make a taste, 
And so shall servile zeal deface the types of beauty. 
Whiles Alexanler conquered, crookedness was comely ; 
And followers leurn to praise the scars upon their leader's brow. . 
Youth hath sought to flatter Age by mimicking gray hairs ; 
Age plastcreth lier v/rinkles, and is painted in the ruddiness of A'cuth. 
Fashion, the parasite of Rank, apeth faults and failings, 
Until the general Taste depraved hath warped its sense of bc^auty. 

Each man liath a measure for himself, yet all shall coincide in much ; 

A perfect form of luunan grace would captivate the world ; 

Be it manhood's lustre, or the loveliness of woman, all v.'ould own its 

beauty, 
The Caffre tmd Circassian, Russians and Hindoos, the Briton, the Turk 

and Japanese. 
Not all alike, nor all at once, but each in proportion to intelligence, 
His purer state in morals, and a lesser grade in guilt : 
For the liigh standard of the beautiful is fixed in Reason's forum, 
And sins, and customs, and caprice, have failed to break it down : 
And reason's standard for the creature pointeth three perfections, 
Frame, Imowledge, and the feeling heart, well and kindly mingled : 
A fair dwelling, furnished wisely, with a gentle tenant in it,— 
This is the glory of humanity : thou hast seen it seldom. 



OF BEAUTY. 163 

There is a beauty of tlio body ; the supcrMcial polish of a statue, 

The symmetry of form and feature, delicately carved and painted. 

Hov/ bright in early bloom the Georgian sitteih at her lattice, 

How softened oft* in graceful curves her young and gentle shape : 

Those dark eyes, lit by curiosity, flash beneath the lashes, 

And still her velvet cheek is dimpled with a smile. 

Dost thou count her beautiful ? — even as a mere fair figure, 

A plastic image, little more, — the outer garb of woman : 

Yea, — and thus far it is well ; hut Reason's liopes are higher, — 

Can he sale his soul on a scantling third of beaiity ? 

Yet is this the pleasing trickery, that chcateth half the world, 
Nature's v.ise deceit, to make v. p wxste in life : 
And few be they that rest uncaught, for many a twig is limed ; 
Wliore is the wise among a million, that took not na-m for beauty ! 
But v.-atch it v\x-ll ; for vanity and sin, malice, hate, suspicion. 
Lowering as clouds upon the countenance, will disenchant its charms. 
The needful complexity of beauty claimeth mind and soul. 
Though many coins of foul alloy pass current for the true : 
And albeit fairness in the creature shall often cc-cxist vv'ith excellence, 
Yet hath many an angel shape been tenanted by nends. 
A man, spiritually keen, shall dr.-tect in surface beauty 
Those marring specks of evil, which the sensual cannot see ; 
Therefore is he proof against a luce, unlovely to his likings, 
And common minds sliall scorn the taste, that shrunk from sin's dis- 
tortion. 

There is a beauty of the reason : gTandly independent of externals, 

It looketh from the windows of the house, shining in the \nan triumphant. 

I have seen the bread blun].: face of some misshapen dwarf 

J.it on a sudden as with glory, the brilliant light of mind : 

Who then imagined him deformed ? intelligence is blazing on his forehead, 

There is empire in his eye, and sweetness on his lip. and liis brown cheek 

glittereth with beauty : 
And I have known some Nirous of the camp, a varnished paragon of 

chamberers, (J) 
Fine, elegant, and shapely, moulded as the master-piece of Phidias, — 
Such an one, with intellects abased, have I noted crouching to the dwarf, 
Wliilst his lovers scorn the fool whose beauty huXh departed I 



164 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And there is a beauty for the spirit ; mind in its perfect flowering, 

Fragrant, expanded into soul, full of love and blessed. 

Go to some squalid couch, some famishing- death-bed of the poor ; 

He is shrunken, cadaverous, diseased ; — there is here no beauty of the body. 

Never hath he fed on knowledo-e, nor drank at the streams of science, 

He is of the common herd, illiterate ; — there is here no beauty of the 

reason. 
But lo ! his filming eye is bright Vvith love from heaven, 
In ever}^ look it beameth praise, as worshipping with seraphs ; 
What honeycomb is hived upon his lips, eloquent of gratitude and prayer, — 
What triumph shrined serene upon that clammy brow, 
What glory llickoring transparent under those thin cheeks, — 
What beauty in his face ! — Is it not the face of an angel ? 

Now, of these three, infinitely mingled and combined, 

Consisteth human beauty, in all the marvels of its mightiness : 

And forth from human beauty springeth the intensity of Love ; 

Feeling, thought, desire, the three deep fountains of aflfection. 

Son of Adam, or daughter of Eve, art thou trapped by nature, 

And is thy young eye dazzled with the pleasant form of beauty ? 

This is but a lower love : still it hath its honour ; 

What God hath made and meant to charm, let not man depise. 

Nevertheless, as reason's child, look thou Vvisely farther, 

For age, disease, and care, and sin, shall tarnish all the surface ; 

Reach a loftier love ; be lured by the comeliness of mind, — 

•Gentle, kind, and calm, or lustrous in the livery of knowledge. 

And more, there is a higher gTade ; force the mind to its perfection, — 

Win those golden trophies of consummate love : 

Add unto riches of the reason, and a beauty moulded to thy liking, 

The precious things of nobler gaacc that well adorn a soul ; 

Thus, be thou owner of a treasure, great in earth and lieaven, 

Beauty, wisdom, goodness, — in a creature like its God. 

So then, draw we to an end ; with feeble step and faltering. 

I follow beauty through the universe, and find her home Ubiquity : 

In all that God hath made, in all that man hath marred, 

Lingereth beauty or its wreck, a broken mould and castings. 

And now, having wandered long time, freely and with desultory feet, 

To gather in the garden of the world a few fair sample flowers, 



OF BEAUTY. 165 

With patient scrutinizing care let us cull the conclusion of their essence, 
And answer to the riddle of Zorobabel, Whence the might of beauty. (") 

Ugliness is native unto nothing, but possible abstract evil : 

In every thing created, at its worst, lurk the dregs of loveliness. 

We be fallen into utter depths, yet once we stood sublime, 

For man was made in perfect praise, his Maker's comely image : 

And so his new-born ill is spiced with older good, 

He carrieth with him, yea, to crime, the withered limbs of beauty. 

Passions may be crooked generosities ; the robber stealeth for his children ; 

Murder was avenger of the innocent, or wiped out shame with blood. 

Many virtues, weighted by excess, sink among the vices ; 

Many vices, amicably buoyed, tioat among the virtues. 

For, albeit sin is hate, a foul and bitter turpitude. 

As hurling back against the Giver all his gifts with insult ; 

Stiil, when concrete in the sinner it will seem to partake of his attractions, 

And in seductive masquerade shall cloak its leprous skin; 

His broken lights of beauty shall illume its utter black. 

And those refracted rays glitter on the hunch of its deformity. 

Verily the fancy may be false, yet hath it met me in my musings, 

(As expounding the pleasantness of pleasure, but no ways extenuating 

license,) 
That even those yearnings after beauty, in wayward wanton youth. 
When guileless of ulterior end, it craveth but to look upon the lovely, 
Seem like struggles of the soul, dimly remembering pre-existence, 
And feeling in its blindness for a long-lost god, to satisfy its longing ; 
As if the sucking babe, tenderly mindful of his mother, 
Should pull a dragon's dugs, and drain tlie teats of poison. 
Our primal source was beauty, and we pant for it ever and again ; 
But sin hath stopped the way with thorns : we turn aside, wander, and 

are lost. 

God, the undiluted good, is root and stock of beauty. 

And every child of reason drew his essence from that stem. 

Therefore, it is of intuition, an innate hankering for home, 

A sweet returning to the well, from which our spirit flowed, 

That we, unconscious of a cause, should bask these darkened .souls 

In some poor relics of the light that blazed in primal beauty, 



i6G PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And, even like as exiles of idolatr}^ should quaif from the cisterns of 

creation 
Stagnant draughts, for tho5i2 fresh ppnn^s that rise in the Creator. 

Only, being bnrthened with tlie body, spiritual appetite is warped, 
And sensual man, with taste corrupted, drinketh of pollutions : 
Impulse is left, but indiscriminate ; his hunger feasteth upon carrion ; 
His natural love of beauty doteth over beauty in decay. 
lie still thirsteth for the beautiful ; but his delicate ideal hath grown gross, 
And the very sense of thirst hath been fevered from afi jction into passion. 
Ho rem-ombereth the blessedness of light, but it is with an old man's 

memory, 
A blind old man from infancy, that once hath seen the sun, 
Whn;n long experience of night hath darkened in his cradle recollections, 
Until his brightest thought of noon is bat a shads of black. 



And this thy wondrous strength, O beauty, cuny.ieror of all : 

The outline of our shadowy best, the pure and comely creature. 

That winneth on the conscience with a saddening admiration : 

And pome untiitored tliirst for God, the root of every jileasure, 

Native to creatures, yea in ruin, and dating from the birthday of tho 

soul. 
For GtKl sealeth up the sum, confirmed exemplar of proportions, 
Rich in love, full of wisdom, and perfect in the plentitude of Beauty. (•) 



OF FAME. 

Blovv^ the trumpet, spread the wing, illng thy scroll upon tho sky. 

Rouse the slumbering world, O Fam.e, and fill the sphere with echo : 

— 'Beneath thy blast they wake, and murmurs come hoarsely on the 

wind, 
And flashing eyes and bristling hands proclaim they hear thy message : 
Rolling and surging as a sea, that upturned flood of fiices 
Hastenctli with its million tongues to spread ths wondrous tale ; 



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The hum of added voices <Tro\voth to tho ro:j-ing of a c.itcaract, 
And rapidly from wave to wave is tossed that exaggerated s':ory, 
Until those stunning clamours, gradually diluted in the distance, 
Sink a:>hamcd, and shrink afraid of noise, and die away. 
Then brooding Silence, forth from his hollow caverns, 
Cloaked and cowled, and gliding along, a cold and stealthy shadow, 
Once more is mingled with the multitude, whispering as he walketh, 
And hushing all their eager ears to hear some newer Fame. 

So all is still again ; but nothing of the past hath been forgotten ; 
A stirring recollection of the trumpet ringeth in the hearts of men : 
And each one, either envious or admiring, hath wished the chance were 

his 
To fill, as thus, the startled Vv'^orld vvnth fame, or fear, cr v;onder. 
Tills lit thy torch of sacrilege, Ephesian Eratostratus ; ('"; 
This Oaig thy Uving grave, Pythagoras, the traveller from Hndes ; 
For this, dived Empedocles into ^Etna's fiery v/hirlpool ; 
For this conn'.ierors, regicidts, and rebels, have dared their perilous 

crimes. 
In all men, from the monarch to the menial, lurketli lust of fame ; 
The savage and the sage alike regard their labours proudly: 
Yea, in death, the glazing eye is illumined by the hope of reputation, 
And the stricken warrior is glad, that his v.'ounds are salved Vv'ifh glory. 

For f:ims is a sv/eet self-homage, an offering grateful to the idol, 

A spiritual nectar for the spiritual thirst, a mental food for mind, 

A iiregnant evidence to all of an after immaterial existence, 

A proof that soul is scatheless, when its dwelling is dissolved. 

And the manifold pleasures of fame are sought by the guilty and the 

good ; 
rieasures, various in kind, and spiced to every palate ; 
The thoughtful loveth fame as an earnest of better immortality, 
The industrious and deserving, as a symbol of just appreciation, 
The selfish, as a promise of advancement, at least to a m.an's own kin. 
And com.mon minds as a flattering fact that men have been told of their 

existence. 

There is a blameless love of fame, springing from desire of justice, 
When a man iiath fcatly won and fairly claimed liis honours : 



168 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And then fame cometh as encouragement to the inward consciousness of 

merit, 
Gladdening by the kindliness and thank?, wherewithal his labours are re 

warded. 
But there is a sordid imitation, a feverish thirst for notoriety, 
Waiting upon vanity and sloth, and utterly reo-ard'ess of deserving : 
And then fome cometh as a curse ; the lire-damp is gathered in tlie mine : 
The soul is swelled with poisonous air, and a spark of temptation shall 

explode it. 

Idle causes, noised awliile, shall yield most active consequents, 

And therefore it were ill upon occasion, to scorn the voice of rumour. 

Ye have seen the chemist in his art mingle invisible gases ; 

And lo, the product is a substance, a heavy dark precipitate; 

Even so fani?, hurtling on the quiet with many meeting tongues, 

Can out of nothing bring forth fruits, and blossom on a nourishment 

of air. 
For many have earned honour, and thereby i-ank and riches, 
From false and fleeting tales, some casual mere mistake ; 
And many have been wrecked upon disgrace, and have struggled with 

poverty and scorn, 
From envious hints and ill reports, the slanders cast on innocence. 
Whom may hot scandal hit ? those shafts are shot at a venture : 
Who standeth not in danger of suspicion ? that net hath caught the 

noblest. 
CfEsar's wife was spotless, but a martyr to false fame ; (") • 

And Rumour, in temporary things, is gigantic as a ruin or a remedy : 
Many poor and many rich have testified its popular omnipotence. 
And many a panic-stricken army hath perished with the host of the 

Assyrians. 

Nevertheless, if opportunity be nought, let a man bide his time ; 

So the matter be not merchandise nor conrpipst, fear thou less for cha- 
racter. 

If a liar accuseth thee of evil, be not swift to answer ; 

Yea, rather give him license for a while ; it shall help thine honour after- 
ward : 

Never yet was calumny engendered, but good men speedily discerned it, 

And innocence hath burst from its injustice, as the green world rolling out 
of Chaos. 



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What, though still the wicked scoff, this also turneth to liis praise ; 

Did ye never hear that censure of the bad is buttress to a good man's 

glory ? 
What, if the ignorant still hold out, obstinate in unkind judgment, — 
Ignorance and calumny are paired ; we afTirm by two negations ; 
Let them stand round about, pushing at the column in a circle, 
For all their toil and wasted strength, tlie foolish do but prop it. 
And note thou this ; in the secret of their hearts, they feel the taunt is 

iiilse. 
And cannot help but reverence the courage that walketh amid calumnieg 

unansv/ering : 
He standeth as a gallant chief, unheeding shot or shell ; 
He trusted in God his Judge ; neither arrows nor the pestilence shall 

harm him. 

A high heart is a sacrifice to heaven ; should it stoop among the creepers 
in the dust, 

To tell them that what God approved is worthy of their praise ! "" . 

Never shall it heed the thought ; but flaming on in triumph to the sides, 

And quite forgetting fame, shall find it added as a trophy. 

A great mind is an altar on a hill ; should the priest descend from his alti- 
tude 

To canvass offerings and worship from dwellers on the plain ? 

Rather with majestic perseverance, will he minister in solitary grandeur, 

Confident the time will come when pilgrims shall be flocking to the shrine. 

For fame is the birthright of genius ; and ho recketh not how long it be 
delayed : 

The heir need not hasten to his heritage, when he knoweth that his tenure 
is eternal. 

The careless poet of Avon, was he troubled for his fame ? 

Or the deep-mouthed chronicler of Paradise, heeded he the suffrage of his 
equals ? 

Ma?onides took no thought, commiting all his honours to the future, 

And Flaccus, standing on his watch-tower, spied the praise of ages. 

Smoking flax will breed a flame, and the flame may illuminate a world ; 
Where is he who scorned that smoke as foul and murky vapour ? 
The -village stream swelled to a river, and the riv^er was a kingdoi :4 
wealth ; 

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170 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Where is he who boasted he corild step across that stream ? 

Such are the beginnings of the famous : httle in the judgment of their 

peers, 
The juster verdict of posterity shall fix them in the orbits of the Great. 
Therefore dull Zoilus, clamouring ascendant of the hour, 
Will soon be fain to hide his hate, and bury up his bitterness for shame : 
Therefore mocking Monus, offended at the steps of Beauty, (") 
Shall win the prize of his presumption, and be hooted from his throne 

among the stars. 
For, as the shadow of a mountain lengtheneth before the setting sun, 
Until that screening Alp have darkened all the canton, — 
So Fame groweth to its great ones ; their images loom larger in departing : 
But the shadow of mind is light, and earth is filled with its glory. 

And thou, student of the truth, commended to the praise of God, 

Wouldst thou find applause with men ? — seek it not, nor shun it. 

Ancient fame is roofed in cedar, and her walls are marble : 

Modern fame lodgeth in a hut, a slight and temporary dwelling ; 

Lay not up the treasures of thy soul within so damp a chamber, 

For the moth of detraction shall fret thy robe, and drop its eggs upon thy 

motive ; 
Or the rust of disheartening reserve shah spoil the lustre of thy gold, 
Until its burnished beauty shall be dim as tarnished brass ; 
Or thieves, breaking through to steal, shall claim thy jewelled thoughts, 
And turn to charge the theft on thee, a pilferer from them ! 

«^ 
There is a magnanimity in recldessness of fame, so fame be well deserv- 

That rusheth on in fearless might, the conscious sense of merit ; 
And there is a littleness in jealousy of fame, looking as aware of weak- 
ness, 
That creepeth cautiously along, afraid that its title will be challenged. 
The wild boar, full of beech-mast, flingeth him down among the brambles ; 
Secure in bristly strength, without a watch he sleepeth : 
But the hare, afraid to feed, croucheth in its own soft form ; 
Wakefully with timid eyes, and quivering ears, he listeneth. 
Even so, a giant's might is bound up in the soul of Genius, 
His neck is strong with confidence, and he goeth tusked with power : 
SturdUy he roameth in the forest, or sunneth him in fen and field, 



OF FAME. 17X 

And scareth from his marshy lair a host of fearful foes. 

But there is a mimic talent, whose safety lieth in its quickness, 

A timorous thing of doubting guile, that scarce can face a friend : 

This one is captious of reproof, provident to snatch occasion, 

Greedy of applause, and vexed to lose one tittle of the glory. 

He is a poor warder of his fame, who is ever on the watch to keep it spot- 

less ; 
Such care argueth debility, a garrison relying on its sentinel. 
Passive strength shall scorn excuses, patiently waiting a reaction, 
He wotteth well that truth is great, and must prevail at last : 
But fretful weakness hasteth to explain, anxiously dreading prejudice, 
And ignorant that perishable falsehood dieth as a brancli cut off*. 

Purity of motive and nobility of mind shall rarely condescend 

To prove its rights, and prate of wrongs, or evidence its worth to others ; 

And it shall be small care to the high and happy conscience 

What jealous friends, or envious foes, or com.mon fools may judge. 

Should the lion turii and rend every snarling jackal. 

Or an eagle be stopped in his career to punish the petulance of sparrows? 

Should the palm-tree bsnd his crown to chide the brier at his feet, 

Nor kindly help its climbing, if it hope, and be ambitious ? 

Should the nightingale account it worth hor pains to vindicate her music, 

Before some sorry finches, that affect to judge of song ? 

No : many an injustice, many a sneer, and slur, 

Is passed aside with noble scorn by lovers of true fame : 

For well they wot that glory shall "be tinctured good or evil, 

By the character of those who give it, as wine is flavoured by the wine-skin : 

So that worthy fame floweth only from a worthy fountain. 

But from an ill-conditioned troop, the best report is worthless. 

And if the sensibility of genius count his injuries in secret, 

Wisely will he hide the pains a hardened lierd would mock ; 

For the great mind well may be sad to note such littleness in brethren, 

The while he is comforted and happy in the firmest assurance of desert. 

Cease awhile, gentle scholar ; — seek other thoughts and themes ; 
Or dazzling fame with wildfire light will lure us on for ever. 
For look, all subjects of the mind may range beneath its banner, 
And time would fail and patience droop, to count that numerous host. 
The mine is deep, and branching- wide, — ^and who can work it out ? 



172 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Years of thought would leave untold the boundless topic, Fame. 

Every matter in the universe is linked in suchwise unto others, 

That a deep full treatise upon one thing might reach to the history of all 

things : 
And before some single thesis had been followed out in all its branches, 
The wandering thinker would be lost in the pathless forest of existence. 
What were the matter or the spirit, that hath no part in Fame ? 
Where were the fact irrelevant, or the fancy out of place ? 
For the liandling of that mighty theme should stretch from past to future 
Catching up the present on its way, as a traveller burdened with time. 
All manner of men, their deeds, hopes, fortunes, and ambitions. 
All mariner of events and things, climate, circumstance, and custom, 
Wealth and war, fear and hope, contentment, jealousy, devotion, 
Skill and learning, truth, falsehood, knowledge of things gone and things 

to come, 
Pride and praise, honour and dishonour, warnings, ensamples, emulations 
The excellent in virtues, and the reprobate in vice, with the cloud of in 

different spectators, — 
Wave on wave with flooding force throng the shoals of thought, 
Filling that immeasurable theme, the height and depth of Fame. 
With soul unsatisfied and mind dismayed, my feet have touched tht 

threshold, 
Fain to pour these flowers and fruits an offering on that altar : 
Lo, how vast the temple, — there are clouds within the dome ! 
Yet might the huge expanse be filled with volumes writ on Fame. 



OF FLATTERY. 

Music is commended of the deaf; — but is that praise despised? 

I trow not : with flattered soul, the musician heard him gladly. 

Beauty is commended of the blind ; — but is that compliment misliking ? 

I trow not ; though false and insincere, woman listened greedily. 

Vacant Folly talketh high of Learning's deepest reason ; 

Is she hated for her hollowness ? — learning held her wiser for the nonce. 

The worldly and the sensual, to gain some end, did homage to religion : 



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And the good man gave thanks as for a convert, vi'here others saw the 
hypocrite. 

Yet none of these were cheated at the heart, nor steadily behleved those 

flatteries ; 
They feared the core was rotten, while they hoped the skin was soimd : 
But the fruits have so sweet fragrance, and are verily so pleasant to the eyes, 
It were an ungracious disenchantment to find them apples of Sodom. 
So they laboured to think all honest, winking hard with both their eyes ; 
And hushed up every v/hisper that could prove that praise absurd ; 
They willingly regard not the infirmities that make such worsliip vain, 
And palKate to their own fond hearts the faults they will not see. 
For the idol rejoiceth in his incense, and loveth not to shame his suppliants, 
Should he seek to find them false, his honours die with theirs : 
An offering is welcome for its own sake, set aside the giver, 
And praise is precious to a man, though uttered by the parrot or the mock- 
ing-bird. 

The world is full of fools ; and sycophancy liveth on the foolish : 

So he groweth great and rich, that fawning supple parasite. 

Sometimes he boweth like a reed, cringing to the pompousness of pride, 

Sometimes he strutteth as a gallant, pampering the fickleness of vanity : 

I have known him listen with the humble, enacting, silent marveller. 

To hear some purse-proud dunce expound his poverty of mind ; 

I have heard him wrangle with the obstinate, vowing that he will not be 

convinced, 
When some weak youth hath wisely feared the cliance of ill success : 
Now, he will barely be a winner, — to magnify thy triumphs afterward ; 
Now, he will hardly be a loser, — but cannot cease to Vv onder at thy skill : 
He laudeth his own worth, that the leader may have glory in his follower ; 
He meekly confesseth his un worthiness, that the leader may have glory in 

himself. 
Many wiles hath he, and many modes of catching. 
But every trap is selfishness, and every bait is praise. 

Come, I would forewarn thee and forearm thee ; for keen are the weapons 

of his warfare ; 
And, while my soul hath scorned him, I have watched his skill from far. 
His thoughts are full of guile, deceitfully combining contrarieties, 



174 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And when he doeth battle in a man, he is leagued with traitorous Self-love ; 

Strange things have I noted, and opposite to common fancy ; 

We leave the open surface, and would plumb the secret depths. 

For he will magnify a lover even to disparaging his mistress ; 

So much wisdom, goodness, grace, — and all to be enslaved ? 

Till the Narcissus, self-enamoured, whelmed in floods of flattery, 

Is cheated from tlie constancy and fervency of love by friendship's subtle 

praise. 
Moreover, he will glorify a parent, even to the censure of his child, — 
O degenerate scion, of a stock so excellent and noble ! 
Scant will be in well-earned praise of a son before his father; 
And rarely commendeth to a mother her daughter's budding beauty : 
Yet shall he extol the daughter to her father, and be warm about the son 

before his mother ; 
Knowing that self-love entereth not, to resist applause with jealousies. 
Wisely is he sparing of hyperbole where vehemence of praise would 

humble, 
For many a father liketh ill to be counted second to his son : 
And shrewdly the flatterer hath reckoned on a self still lurking in tlie 

mother, 
When his tongue was slow to speak of graces in the daughter. 
But if he descend a generation, to the grandsire his talk is of the grandson, 
Because in such kigh praise he hideth the honours of the son ; 
And the daughter of a daughter may well exceed, in beauty, love, and 

learning, 
For unconsciously old age perceived — she cannot be my rival. 
These are of the deep things of flattery : and many a shallow sycophant 
Hath marvelled ill that praise of children seldom won their parents. 
This therefore note, unto detection ; flattery can sneer as well as smile ; 
And a master in the craft wotteth well that his oblique thrust is surest. 

Flattery sticketh like a burr, holding to the soil with anchors, 
A vital, natural, subtle seed, every v/here hardy and indigenous. 
Go to the storehouse of thy memory, and take what is readiest to thy hand,— 
The noble deed, the clever phrase, for which thy pride was flattered : 
Oh, it hath been dwelt upon in solitude, and comforted thy heart in crowds, 
It hath made thee walk as in a dream, and lifted the head above thy fellows ; 
It hath compensated months of gloom, that minute of sweet sunshine, 
Drying up the pools of apathy, and kindhng the fire of ambition : 



OF FLATTERY. 175 

Yea, the flavour of that spice, mingled in the cup of life, 
Shall linger even to the dregs, and still be tasted with a welcome ; 
The dame shall tell her grandchild of her coy and courted youth, 
And the graybeard prateth of a stranger, that praised liis task at school. 

Ofttimes to the sluggard and the dull, flattery hath done good service, 

Quickening the mind to emulation, and encouraging the heart that failed. 

Even so, a stimulating poison, wisely tendered by the leech, 

Shall speed the pulse, and rally life, and cheat astonished death. 

For, as a timid swimmer ventureth afloat with bladders, 

Until self-confidence and growth of skill have made him spurn their aid, 

Thus commendation may be prudent, where a child hath ill deserved it ; 

But praise unmerited is flattery, and the cure will bring its cares : 

For thy son may find thee out, and thou shalt rue the remedy : 

Yea rather, where thou canst not praise, be honest in rebuke. 

I have seen the objects of a flatterer mirrored clearly on the surface, 

Where self-love scattereth praise to gather praise again. 

This is a commodity of merchandise, words put out at interest ; 

A scheme for canvassing opinions, and tinging them all with partiality. 

He is but a harmless fool ; humour him \\-ith pitiful good-nature: 

If a poetaster quote thy song, be thou tender to his poem : 

Did the painter praise thy sketch ? be kind, commend his picture, 

He looketh for a like return ; then thank him with thy praise. 

In these small things, with these small minds, count thou the sycophant 

a courtier, 
And pay back, as blindly as ye may, the too transparent honour. 

Also, where the flattery is delicate, coming unobtrusive and in season, 

Though thou be suspicious of its truth, be generous at least to its gentility. 

The skilful thief of Lacedaemon had praise before his judges, 

As many caitiffs win applause for genius in their calling. 

Moreover, his meaning may be kind, — and thou art a debtor to his tongue ; 

Hasten well to pay the debt, with charity and shrewdness : 

He must not think thee caught, nor feel himself discovered, 

Nor find thine answering compliment as hollow as his own. 

Though he be a smiling enemy, let him heed tliee as the fearless and the 

fi-iendly ; 
A searching look, a poignant word, may prove thou art aware : 



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176 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Still, with compassion to the frail, though keen to see his soul, 
Let him not fear for thy discretion : see thou keep his sesret,. and thine 
6wn.' 

However, where the flattery is gross, a falsehood clear and fulsome, 

Crush the venomous toad, and spare not for a jewel in his head. 

Tell the presumptuous in flattery, that or ever he bespatter thee with praise. 

It might be well to stop and ask how little it were worth : 

Thou hast not solicited his suflfrage, — let him not force thee to refuse it ; 

Look to it, man, tliy fence is foiled, — and thus vv^e apoii the plot. 

Self-knowledge goeth armed, girt with many Vv'-aapons, 

But carrieth whip for flattery, to lash it like a slave : 

But the dunce in that great science goeth as a greedy tunny, 

To gorge both bait and hook, unheeding all but appetite : 

He smelleth praise and swailoweth, — yea, though it be palpable and plain ; 

Say unto him, Folly thou art Wisdom, — he will bless thee for thy lie. 

Flatterer, thou shalt rue thy trade, though it hath many present gains ; 
Those varnished wares may sell apace, yet shall they spoil thy credit. 
Thine is the intoxicating cup, which whoso drinketh it shall nauseate ; 
Thine is trickery and clieating ; but deception never pleased for long. 
And though, v/hile fresh, thy fragrance seemed even as the dews of charity, 
Yet afterward it fouled thy censer, as with savour of stale smoke. 
For the great mind detected thee at once, answering thine emptiness with 

He saw thy self-interested zeal, and was not cozened by vain-glory : 

And the little mdnd is bloated v.ith tlie praise, scorning him who gave it, 

A fool shall turn to be thy tyrant, if thou hast dubbod him great : 

And tlie medium miind of common men, loving first thy music. 

After, when the harmonies are done, shall feel small comfort in their 

echoes ; 
For either he shall know thee false, conscious of contrary deserving?, 
And, hating thee for falsehood, soon w^ll scorn himself for truth ; 
Or, if in aught to toilsome merit honest praise be due, 
Though for a season, belike, his weakness hath been raptured at thy 

witching. 
Shall he not speedily perceive, to the vexing of his disappointed spirit, 
That thine exaggerative tongue had robbed him of fair fame ? 
Thou hast paid in forger's coins, and he hath earned true money : 



OF FLATTERY. 177 

For the substance of just praise thou hast put him off with shadows of the 

sycophant. 
Thou art all things to all men, for ends false and selfish, 
Therefore shalt be nothing unto any one, when those thine ends are seen. 



Turn aside, young scholar, turn from the song of Flattery ! 

She hath the Siren's musical voice, to ravish and betray. 

Her tongue droppeth honey, but it is the honey of Anticyra ; 

Her face is a mask of facination, but there hideth deformity behind ; 

Her coming is the presence of a queen, heralded by courtesy and beauty, 

But, going away, her train is held by the hideous dwarf, Disgust. 

Know thyself, thy evil as thy good, and flattery shall not harm thee : 

Yea, her speech shall be a warning, a humbling, and a guide. 

For wherein thou lackest most, there chiefly will the sycophant commend 

thee. 
And then most warmly ^ill congratulate, when a man hath least deserved. 
Behold, she i^ doubly a traitor ; and will underrate her victim's best, 
That, to the comforting of conscience, she may plead his worse for better. 

Therefore is she dangerous, — as every lie is dangerous : 

Believe her tales, and perish ; if thou act upon such counsel. 

Her aims are thine, not thee ; thy wealth, and not thy welfare ; 

Thy suffrage, not thy safety ; thine aid, and not tliine honour. 

Moreover, with those aims insured, ceaseth all her glozing ; 

She hath used thee as a handle, — ^but her hand was wise to turn it : 

Thus will she glorify her skill, that it deftly caught thy kindness, 

Thus will she scorn thy kindness, so pliable and easy to her skill. 

And then, tlio flatterer will turn to be thy foe, the bitterest and hottest, 

Because he oweth thee much hate to pay ofl' many hum^ings. 

Thinkest thou now that he is high, he loveth the remembrance of his low- 
liness. 

The servile manner, the dependent smile, the conscience self-abased ? 

No, this hour is his own, and the flatterer will be found a busy mocker ; 

He that hath salved tliee with his tongue shall now gnash upon thee with 
his teeth, 

Yea, he will be leader in the laugh, — silly one, to Hsten to thy loss, 

We scarce had hoped to Hme and take another of the fools of flattery. 

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178 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

At the last ; have cliarity, young scholar, — yea, to the sycophant convicted ; 

Be not a Brutus to thyself, nor stern m thine own cause. 

Pardon exaggerated praise ; for there is a natural impulse 

Spurring- on the nobler mind, to colour facts by feelings : 

Take an indulgent view of each man's interest in self. 

Be large and liberal in excuses ; is not that infirmity thine own ? 

Search thy soul and be humble ; and mercy abideth with humility ; 

So that, yea, the insincere, may find the pitiful, and love thee. 

Mildly put aside, without rudeness of repulse, the pampering hand of flat- 
tery. 

For courtesy and kindness have gone beneath its guise, and ill shouldst 
thou rebuke them. 

Thou art incapable of theft : but flowers in the garden of a friend 

Are thine to pluck with confidence, and it were unfriendliness to hesitate ; 

Thou abhorrest flattery : but a generous excess in praise 

Is thine to yield with honest heart, and false were the charity to doubt it ; 

The difl'ercnce lieth in thine aim ; kindliness and good are of charity. 

But selfish, harmful, vile, and bad, is flattery's evil end. 



OF NEGLECT. 

Generous and righteous is tliy gi-ief, slighted child of sensibility ; 
For kindliness enkindleth love, but the waters of indiflTerence quench it ; 
Thy soul is athrist for sympathy, and hungereth to find affection. 
The tender scions of thy heart yearn for the sunshine of good feeling ; 
And it is an evil tiling and bitter, when the clieerful face of Charity, 
Going forth gayly in the morning to woo tlie world with smiles, 
Is met by those wayfiiring men with coldness, suspicion, and repulse. 
And turneth into hard dead stone at the Gorgon visage of Neglect. 

brother, warm and young, covetous of others' favour, 

1 see thee checked and chilled, sorrowing for censure or forgetfulness. 
Let coarse and common minds despise — that wounding of thy vanity, 
Alas, I note a sorer cause, the blighting of thy love ; 

Let the callous sensual deride thee, — disappointed of thy praise, 



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Alas, thou na8t a juster grief, defrauded of their kindness : 
It is a theme lor tears to feel the soft heart hardening, 
The frozen breath of apathy sealing up the fountain of affection ; 
It is a pang keen only to the best, to be injured vv-ell-deserv'ing. 
And slumbering Neglect is injury, — could ye not watch one hour ? 
When God himself complained, it was. that none regarded. 
And indifference bowed to the rebuke. Thou gavest Me no kiss when I 
came in. 

^Moreover, praise is good ; honour is a treasure to be hoarded ; 
A good man's praise foreshadoweth God's, and in His smile is heaven : 
But men walk on in hardihood, steeling their sinfulness to censure, 
And where rebuke is ridiculed, the love of praise were an infirmity ; 
The judge thou heedest not in fear, cannot have deep homage of thy hope, 
And who then is the wise of this world, that will own he trembleth at Ills 

fellows ? 
Calm, careless, and insensible, he mocketh blame or calumny, 
Neither should his dignfty be humbled to some pittance of their praise : 
The rather, let false pride affect to trample on the treasure 
Which evermore in secret strength unconquered Nature prizeth ; 
Rather, shall he stifle now the rising bliss of triumph, 
Lest after, in the world's Neglect, he must acknowledge bitterness. 

For lo, that world is wide, a huge and crowded contint'^it, 

Its brazen sun is mammon, and its iron soil is care, 

A world full of men, where each man clingeth to liis idol ; 

A world full of men, where each man cherisheth his sorrow ; 

A world full of men, multitude shoaling upon multitude ; 

A surging sea, where every wave is burdened with an argosy of self; 

A boundless beach, where every stone is a separate microscopic world ; 

A forest of innumerable trees, where every root is independent. 

What then is the marvel or the shame, if units be lost among the million ? 

Canst thou reasonably murmur, if a leaf drop off unnoticed ? 

Wondrous in architecture, intricate and beautiful, delicately tinged and 

scented. 
Exquisite of feeling and mysterious in life, none cared for its gro^vth, or 

its decay : 
None ? yea, — no one of its fellows, — nor cedar, palm, nor bramble, — 



180 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

None ? its twinbora brother scarcely missed it from the spray : 
None ? — if none indeed, then man's neglect were bitterness ; 
And life a land without a sun, a globe without a God ! 
Yea, flowers in the desert, there be that love your beauty ; 
Yea, jewels in the sea, there be that prize your brightness ; 
Children of unmerited oblivion, there be that Vv'atch and woo 3'-ou, 
And many tend your sweets, with gentle ministering care : 
Thronging spirits of the happy, and the ever present Good One, 
Yearning seek those precious things man hath not heart to love ; 
Gems of the humblest or the highest, pure and patient in their kind, 
The souls unhardened by ill-usage, and uncorrupt by luxury. 

And ye, poor desolates unsunned, toilers in the dark damp mine, 
Wearied daughters of oppression, crashed beneath the car of avarice, 
There be that count your tears, — he hath numbered the hairs of thy 

head, — 
There be that can forgive your ill with kind considerate pity; 
Count ye this for comfort, Justice hath Jier balances, 
And yet another world can compensate for all : 
The daily martyrdom of patience shall not be wanting of reward ; 
Duty is a prickly shrub, but its flower will be happiness and glory. 

Ye too, tlic friendless, yet dependent, that find nor home nor lover, 
Sad imprisoned hearts, captive to the net of circumstance, — 
And yc, too harshly judged, noble unappreciated intellects. 
Who, capable of highest, loAvlier fix your just ambition in content, 
And chiefest, ye famished infants of the poor, toiling for your parents' bread, 
Tired, and sore, and uncomforted the while, for want of love and learning, 
Who struggle with the pitiless machine in dull continuous conflict. 
Tasked by iron men, who care for nothing but your labour, — 
Be ye long-suffering and courageous ; abide the will of Heaven : 
God is on your side ; all things are tenderly remembered : 
His servants here shall help you ; and where tliose fail you through Neg- 
lect, 
His kingdom still hath time and space for ample discriminative Justice : 
Yea, though utterly on th<is bad earth ye lose both right and mercy, 
The tears that we forgat to note, our God shall wipe away. 

Nevertheless, kind spirit, susceptible and guileless, 



OF NEGLECT. 181 

Meek uncherished dove, in a carrion flock of fowls, 

Sensitive mimosa, shrinking from the winds tliat help to root the fir, 

Fragile nautilus, sh!i}wrecked in the gale whereat the conch is glad, 

Thy sharp peculiar grief is uncomforted by hope of compensation, 

For it is a delicate and spiritual wound, which the probe of pity bruiseth • 

Yet hear how many thoughts extenuate its pain ; 

Even while a kindred heart can sorrow for its presence. 

For the sting of neglect is in this, — that such as v/e are, all forget us, 

That men and women, kith and kin, so lightly heed of other : 

Sympathy is lacldng from the guilty such as we, even where angels 

minister. 
And souls of fine accord must prize a fellow-sinner's love : 
For the worst love those who love them, and tlie best claim heart for heart, 
And it is a holy thirst to long for love's requital : 
Hard it will be, hard and sad, to love and be unloved, 
And many a thorn is tlirust into the side of him that is forgotten. 
The oppressive silence of reserve, the frost of failing friendship, 
Affection blighted by repulse, or chilled by shallow courtesy, 
The unaided struggle, the unconsidered grief, the unesteemed self-sacrifice, 
The gift, dear evidence of kindness, long due, but never offered. 
The glance estranged, the letter flung aside, the greeting ill received, 
The services of unobtrusive care unthanked, perchance unheeded, 
These things, which hard men mock at, rend the feelings of the tender. 
For the delicate tissue of a spiritual mind is torn by those sharp barbs ; 
The coldness of a trusted friend, a plentitnde ending in vacuity, 
Is as if tne stable world had burst a hollow bubble. 

But, consider child of sensibility ; the lot of men is labour. 
Labour for the mouth, or labour in the spirit, labour stern and individuaL 
Worldly cares and worldly hopes exact the thoughts of all, 
And there is a necessary selfishness rooted in each mortal breast. 
The plans of prudence, or the whisperings of pride, or all-absorbing re- 
veries of love, 
Ambition, grief, or fear, or joy, set each man for himself: 
Therefore, tlie centre of a cycle, whereunto all the universe convergeth. 
Is seen in fallen solitude, the naked selfish heart : 
Stripped of conventional deceptions, untrammelled from the hai'ness of 

society. 
We all may read one little word engraved on all we do ; 



182 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Other men, what are they unto us ? the age, the mass, the million, — 

We segregate distinct from generalities, that isolated particle, a self: 

It is the very law of our life, a law for soul and body. 

An earthly law for earthly men, toiling in responsible probation. 

For each is the all unto himself, disguise it as we may, 

Each infinite, each mo^t precious ; yet even as a nothing to his neighbour. 

O consider, we bo crowding up an avenue, trapped in the decoy of time, 

Behind us the irrsvocable past, before us the illimitable future. 

What wonder is there, if the traveller, wayworn, hopeful, fearful, 

Burdened himself, so lightly heed the burden of his brother ? 

How shouldst thou marvel and be sad that the pilgrims trouble not to learn 

thee. 
When each hath to master for himself the lessons of life and immortality ? 

Moreover, what art thou, — so vainly impatient of neglect, 

Where then is thy worthiness, that so thou claimest honour ? 

Let the true judgment of humility reckon up thine ill deserts, 

How little is there to be loved, how much to stir up scorn ? 

The double heart, the bitter tongue, the rash and erring spirit, 

Be these, ye purest among men, your passports into favour ? 

It is mercy in the Merciful, and justice in the Just, to be jealous of his 

creature's lov©^ 
But how should evil or duplicity arrogate affection to itself? 
Where love is happiness and duty, to be jealous of tiiat love is godlike, 
But who can reverence the guilty ? who findeth pleasure in the mean ? 
Check the presiunption of thy hopes : thankfully take refuge in obscurity, 
Or, if thou claimest merit, thy shi shall be proclaimed upon the housetops. 

Yet again : consider them of old, the good, the great, the learned, 

Who have blessed the world by wisdom, and glorified their God by purity, 

Did those speed in favour ? were they the loved and the admired ? 

Was every prophet had in honour ? and every deserving one remembered 

to his praise ? 
What shall I say of yonder band, a glorious cloud of witnesses, 
The scorned, defamed, insulted, — ^but the excellent of earth ? 
It were weariness to count up noble names, neglected in their lives. 
Whom none esteemed, nor cared to love, till death had sealed them his. 
For good men are the health of the world, valued only when it perisheth, 
Like water, light, and air, all precious in their absence. 



OF NEGLECT. 183 

Who hath considered the blessing of his breath, till the poison of an astlima 

struck him ? 
Who hath regarded tlie just pulses of his jjieart, till spasm or paralysis 

have stopped them ? 
Even thus, an unobserved routine of daily grace and wisdom. 
When no more here, had worship of a world, whose penitence atoned for 

its neglect. 
And living genius is seen among infirmities, wherefrom tlie commoner are 

free ; 
And other rival men of mind crowd this arena of contention ; 
And there be many cares ; and a man knoweth little of his brother ; 
Feebly we appreciate a motive, and sloAvly keep pace with a feeling ; 
And social difference is much ; and experience teacheth sadly, 
How great the treachery of friends, how dangerous the courtesy of enemies. 
So, the sum of all these things operateth largely upon all men, 
Hedging us about with thorns, to cramp our yearning sympathies, 
And wc grow materialized in mind, forgetting what we see not. 
But, immersed in perceptions of the present, keep things absent out of 

tliought : 
Thus, where ingratitude, and guilt, and labour, and selfishness would 

harden. 
Humbly will the good man bow, unmurmuring, to Neglect. 

Yet once more, griever at Neglect, hear me to thy comfort, or rebuke : 
For, after all thy j ust complaint, the world is full of love. 
O heart of childhood, tender, trusting, and affectionate, 
O youth, warm youth, full of generous attentions, 
O woman, self-forgetting woman, poetry of human life ; 
And not less thou, O man, so often the disinterested brother, 
Many a smile of love, many a tear of pity. 
Many a word Of comfort, many a deed of magnanimity, 
Many a stream of milk and honey pour ye freely on the earth. 
And many a ro:-ebud of love rejoiceth in the dew of your affection. 
Neglect ? O liberal world, for thine are many prizes : 
Neglect ? O charitable world, where thousands feed on bounty ; 
Negbct ? O just world, for thy judgments err not often ; 
Neglect ? O libel on a world, where half that world is woman ! 
Where is the aftlicted, whose voice, once heard, stirreth not a host of com- 
forters ? 



184 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Where is the sick iintended, or in prison, and they visited him not ? 

The hungry is fed, and the thirsty satisfied, till ability set hmits to the 

will, 
And those who did it unto them, have done it unto God ! 
For human benevolence is large, though many matters dwarf it. 
Prudence, ignorance, imposture, and the straitenings of circumstance and 

time. 
And if to the body, so to the mind, the mass of men are generous : 
Their estimate who know us best, is seldom seen to err : 
Be sure the fault is thine, as pride, or shallowness, or vanity. 
If all around thee, good and bad, neglect thy seeming merit : 
No man yet deserved, who found not some to love him ; 
And he that never kept a friend need only blame himself: 
Many for unworthiness will droop and die, but all are not unworthy ; 
It must indeed be cold clay soil that killcth every seed. 
Therefore examine thy state, O self-accounted martyr of Neglect, 
It may be, thy merit is a cubit, and thy measure thereof a furlong ; 
But grant it greater than thy thoughts, and grant that men thy fellows 
For pleasure, business, or interest, misuse, forget, neglect thee, — 
Still be thou conqueror in this, the consciousness of high deservings ; 
Let it suffice thee to be v/orthy ; faint not thou for praise ; 
For that thou art, be grateful ; go humbly even in thy confidence ; 
And set thy foot on the neck of an enemy so harmless as Neglect. 



OF CONTENTMENT. 

Godliness with Contentment, — these be the pillars of felicity, 
Jachin, wherewithal it is established, and Boaz, in the which is strength : (") 
And upon their capitiils is lily-work, the lotus fruit and flower. 
Those fair and fragrant types of holiness, innocence, and beauty ; 
Great gain pertaineth to the pillars, nets and chains of wrcathen gold. 
And they stand up straight in the temple porch, the house where Glory 
dwelleth. 

The body craveth meats, and the spirit is atliirst for peacefulness ; 
He that hath these, hath enough ; for all beyond is vanity. 



OF CONTENTMENT. 185 

Surfeit vaulteth over pleasure, to light upon the hither side of pain ; 

And great store is great care, the rather if it mightiiy increaseth. 

Albeit too Uttle is a trouble, yet too uiuch shall swell into an evil, 

If wisdom stand not nigh to moderate the wishes : 

For covetousness never had enough, but moaneth at its wants for ever, 

i.\iid rich men have commonly more need to be taught contentment than 

the poor. 
Tijat hungry chasm in their market-place gapeth still unsatisfied, 
Yea, fling in all the wealth of Rome, — it asketh higher victims ; 
So, when the miser's gold cannot fill the measure of his lust, 
Curtius must leap into the pit, and avarice sJiall close upon his life. ('*) 

Behold Independence in his rags, all too easily contented, 

Careful for nothing, thankful for much, and uncomplaining in his poverty ; 

Such an one have I somewhile seen earn Jiis crust with gladness : 

He is a gatherer of simples, culling wild herbs upon the hills : 

And now, as he sittetli on the beach, with his mortherless child beside him, 

To rest them in the cheerful sun, and sort their mints and horehound, — 

Tell me, can ye find upon his forehead the cloud of covetous anxiety. 

Or note the dull unkindled eyes of sated sons of pleasure ? — 

For there is more joy of life with that poor picker of the ditches. 

Than among the multitude of wealthy who wed their gains to discontent. 

I have seen many rich, burdened with the fear of poverty; 

I have seen many poor, buoyed with all the carelessness of wealth ; 

For the rich had the spirit of a pauper, and the moneyless a liberal heart ; 

The first enjoyeth not for having, and the latter hath nothing but enjoy- 
ment. 

None is poor but the mean in mind, the timorous, the weak, and unbe- 
lieving ; 

None is wealthy but the affluent in soul, who is satisfied and flowetli over. 

The poor-rich is attenuate for fears, the rich-poor is fattened upon hopes ; 

Cheerfulness is one man's welcome, and the other warneth from him by 
his gloom. 

Many poor have the pleasures of tlie rich, even in their own possessions ; 

And many rich miss the poor man's comforts, and yet feel all his cares. 

Liberty is affluence, and the Helots of anxiety never can be counted weal- 
thy; 

But he that is disenthralled from fear, goeth for the time a king ; 



186 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

He is royal, great, and opulent, living free of fortune. 
And looking on the world as owner of its good, the Maker's child and heir: 
Whereas the covetous is slavish, a very Midas in his avarice. 
Full of dismal dreams, and starved amongst his treasures : • 
The ceaseless spur of discontent goaded him with instant apprehension, 
And his thirst for gold could never be quenched, for he drank with the 
throat of Cra^sus. ('^) 

Vanity and dreary disappointment, care, and weariness and envy ; 

Vanity is graven upon all things ; wisely spake the preacher. 

For ambition is a burning mountain, thrown up amid the turbid sea, 

A Stromboli in sullen pride above the hissing waves : 

And the statesman climbing there, forgetful of his patriot intentions, 

Shall hate the strife of each rough step, or ever he hath toiled midway ; 

And every truant from his home, the happy homo of duty. 

Shall live to loathe his eminence of cares, that seething smoke and lava. 

Contentment is the tempei-ate repast, flowing with milk and honey ; 

Ambition is the drunken orgy, fed by liquid flames ; 

A black and bitter frown is stamped upon the forehead of Ambition, 

But fair Contentment's angel-face is rayed with winning smiles. 

There was in Tyre a merchant, the favourite child of fortune, 
An opulent man with many ships, to trade in many climes ; 
And he rose up early to his merchandise, after feverish dreaming, 
And lay down late to his hot unrest, overwhelmed with calculated cares. 
So, day by day, and month by month, and year by year, he gained ; 
And grew gray, and waxed great ; for money brought him all things. 
All things ? — verily not all ; the kernel of the nut is lacking, — 
His mind was a stranger to content, and as for Peace, he knew her not : 
Luxuries palled upon his palate, and his eyes wore satiate with purple ; 
He could coin much gold, but buy no happiness with it. 
And on a day, a day of dread, in the heat of inordinate ambition. 
When he threw with a gambler's hand, to lose or to double his posses- 
sions, 
The chance hit him, — he had speculated ill, — and men began to whisper ; — 
Those he trusted, failed ; and their usuries had bribed him deeply : 
One ship foundered out at sea, — and another met the pirate, — 
And so, with broken fortunes, men discreetly shunned him. 
He waa a stricken stag, and went to hide away in solitude, 



OF CONTENTMENT. 187 

And there in humility, he thought, — he resolved, and promptly acted: 
From the w reck of all his splendours, from the dregs of the goblet of afflu- 
ence, 
He saved with management a morsel and a drop, for his daily cup and 

platter : 
And lo, that little was enough, and in enough was competence : 
His cares were gone, — he slept by night, and lived at peace by day : 
Cured of his guilty sellishness, — money's love, envy, competition, — 
He lived to be thankful in a cottage that he had lost a palace : 
For he found in his abasement, what he vainly had sought in high estate, 
Both mind and body well at ease, though robed in the russet of the lowly. 

Once more ; a certain priest, happy in his high vocation, 

With faith, and hope, and charity, well served his village altar ; 

As men count riches, he was poor ; but great were his treasures in heaven, 

And great his joys on earth, for God's sake doing good : 

He had few cares and many consolations, one of the welcome every where ; 

The labourer accounted him his friend, and magnates did him honour at 

their table : 
With a large heart and little means he still made many grateful, 
And felt as tlie centre of a circle, of comfort, calmness, and content. 
But on a weaker Sabbath, — for he preached both well and wisely, — 
Some casual hearer loudly praised his great neglected talents : 
Why should he be buried in obscurity, and throw these pearls to swine ? 
Could he not still be doing good, — the whilst he pushed his fortunes ? 
Then came temptation, even on the spark of discontent ; 
The neighbouring town had a pulpit to be filled ; hotly did he canvass and 

won it : 
Now was he popular and courted, and listened to the spell of admiration, 
x\nd toiled to please the taste, rather than to pierce the conscience. 
Greedily he sought, and seeking found, the patronizing notice of the great ; 
He thirsted for emoluments and honours, and counted rich men happy : 
So he flattered, so he preached ; and gold and fame flowed in ; 
They flowed in, — he was reaping his reward, — and he felt himself a fool. 
Alas, what a shadow was he following, — how precious was the substance 

he had left ! 
Man for God, gold for good, this was his miserable bargain. 
The village church, its humble flock, and humbler parish priest. 
Zeal, devotion, and approving heaven, — his books, and simple life, 



188 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

His little fann and flower-beds, — his recreative rambles with a friend, 
And haply at tlie eventide the leaping trouts, to help their humble fare,—* 
All these wretchedly exchanged for what the world called fortune, 
With the harrowing conscience of a state relapsed to vain ambitions. 
Then, for God was gracious to his soul, his better tlioughts returned, 
And better aims with better thoughts, his holy walk of old. 
Sickened of style, and ostentation, and the dissipative fashions of society, 
He deserted from the ranks of Mammon, and renewed his allegiance to 

God: 
For he found that the praises of men, and all that gold can give, 
Are not worthy to be named against godliness and calm contentment. 



OF LIFE. 

A CHILD was playing in a garden, a merry little child, 
Boiuiding with triumphant health, and full of happy fancies ; 
His kite was floating in the sunshine, — but he tied the string to a twig, 
And ran among the roses to catch a nev/-born butterfly ; 
His horn-book lay upon a bank, but the pretty truant hid it. 
Buried up in gathered grass, and moss, and sweet wild-thyme ; 
He launched a paper boat upon the fountain, — then wayward turned aside, 
To twine some vagrant jessamines about the dripping marble : 
So, in various pastime, shadowing the schemes of manhood, 
That curly-headed boy consumed the golden hours : 
And I blessed his glowing face, envying the merry little child, 
As he shouted w ith the ecstasy of being, clapping his hands for joyfulness : 
For I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is happiness and hope. 
Thy days are bright, thy flowers are sweet, and pleasure the condition of 
thy gift. 

A youth was walking in the moonlight, walking not alone, 

For a fair and gentle maid leant on his trembling arm : 

Their whispering was still of beauty, and the light of love was in their 

eyes, 
Their twin young hearts had not a thought unvowed to love and beauty : 



OF LIFE. 189 

The stars, and the sleeping world, and the guardian eye of God, 

The murmur of the distant waterfall, and nightingales warbling in the 

thicket, 
Sweet speech of years to come, and promises of fondest hope, 
And more, a present gladness in each other's trust ; 
All these fed their souls with the hidden manna of affection, 
While their faces slione beatified in the radiance of reflected Eden : 
I gazed on that fond youth, and coveted liis heart, 
Attuned to holiest symphonies, with music in its strings ; 
For I said. Surely, O Life, thy name is love and beauty ; 
Thy joys are full, thy looks most fair, thy feelings pure and sensitive. 

A man sat beside his merchandise, a careworn altered man, 

His waking hope, his nightly fear, were money and its losses : 

Rarely was the laugh upon the cheek, except in bitter scorn, 

For his foolishness of heart, and the lie of its romance, counting Love a 

treasure. 
His talk is of stern Reality, chilling unimaginative facts. 
The dull material accidents of this sensual body ; 
Lucreless honour were contemptible, impoverished affection but a pauper's 

riches. 
Duty, struggling unrewarded, the bargain of a cheated fool ; 
The market-value of a fancy must be measured by the gain it bringeth, 
No man is fed, or clothed by fame, or love, or duty : — 
So toiled he day by day, that cold and joyless man ; 
1 gazed upon his haggard face, and sorrowed for the change : 
For I said. Surely, O Life, thy name is care and weariness. 
Thy soul is parched, thy winds are fierce, and the suns above thee har- 
dening. 

A withered elder lay upon his bed, a desolate man and feeble ; 
His thoughts were of the past, the early past, the bygone days of youth : 
Bitterly repented he the years stolen by the god of this world : 
Remembering the maiden of his love, and the heart-stricken wife of his 

selfishness. 
For the sunshiny morning of life came again to him a vivid truth, 
But the years of toil as a long dim dream, a cloudy blighted noon : 
He saw the nutting schoolboy, but forgat the speculative merchant ; 
The callous calculating husband was shamed by the generous lover : 



190 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

He knev/ that the weeds of vvorldliness, and the smoky breath of Mammon 
Had choked and killed those tender shoots, his yearnings after honour and 

affection : 
So was he sick at heart, and my pity strove to cheer him, 
But a deep and dismal gulf lay between comfort and his soul. 
Then I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is vanity and sorrow, 
Thy storms at noon are many, and thine eventide is clouded by remorse. 

Now, when I thought upon these things, my heart was grieved within me : 
I wept with bitterness of speech, and these were the words of my com- 
plaining : 
" Wherefore then must happiness and love wither into care and vanity, — 
Wherefore is the bud so beautiful, but flower and fruit so blighted ? 
Hard is the lot of man ; to be lured by the meteor of romance, 
Only to be snared, and to sink, in the turbid mud-pool of reality." 

Suddenly, a light, — and a rushing presence, — and a consciousness of 

something near me, — 
I trembled, and listened, and prayed : then I knew the Angel of Life : 
Vague, and dimly visible, mine eye co'.ild not behold him, 
As, calmly unimpassioned, he looked upon an erring creature : 
Unseen, my spirit apprehended him ; though he spake not, yet I heard ; 
For a sympathetic communing with Him flashed upon my mind electric. 

Pensioner of God, be grateful ; the gift of Life is good : 

The life of heart, and life of soul, mingled with life for the body. 

Gladness and beauty are its just inheritance, — the beauty thou hast 

counted for romance : 
And guardian spirits weep that selflshness and sorrow should destroy it. 
Thou hast seen the natural blessing marred into a curse by man ; 
Come then, in favour will I show thee the proper excellence of life. 
Keep thou purity, and watch against suspicion, — love shall never perish ; 
Guard thine innocency spotless, and the buoyancy of childhood shall remain. 
Sweet ideals feed the soul, thoughts of loveliness delight it ; 
The chivalrous affection of uncalculating youth lacketh not honourable 

wisdom. 
Charge not folly on invisibles, that render thee happier and purer : 
The fair frail visions of Romance have a use beyond the maxims of tho 

Real. 



OF LIFE. 191 

Behold, a patriarch of years, who leaneth on the staff of religion ; 

His heart is fresh, quick to feel, a bursting fount of generosity ; 

He, playful in his wisdom, is gladdened in his children's gladness : 

He, pure in his experience, loveth in his son's first love : 

Lofty aspirations, deep affections, holy hopes are his delight ; 

His abhorrence is to strip from Life its charitable garment of Ideal. 

The cold and callous sneerer, who heedeth of the merely practical, 

And mocketh at good uses in imaginary things, that man is his scorn ; 

The hard unsympathizing modern, filled with facts and figures, 

Cautious and coarse, and materialized in mind, that man is hie pity. 

Passionate thirst for gain never hath burnt within his bosom ; 

The leaden chains of that dull lust have not bound him prisoner : 

The shrewd world laughed at him for honesty, the vain world mouthed at 

him for honour, 
The false world hated him for truth, the cold world despised him for 

affection : 
Still, he kept his treasure, the warm and noble heart, 
And in that happy wise old man survive the child and lover. 
For human Life is as Chian wine, flavoured unto him who drinketh it, 
Delicate fragrance comforting the soul, as needful substance for the body: 
Therefore, see thou art pure and guileless ; so shall thy Realities of Life 
Be sweetened, and tempered, and gladdened by the wholesome spirit of 

Romance. 

Dost thou live, man, dost thou live, — or only breathe and labour ? 

Art thou free, or enslaved to a routine, the da.\\f machinery of habit ? 

For one man is quickened into Life, where thousands exist as in a torpor, 

Feeding, toiling, sleeping, an insensate weary round : 

The plough, or the ledger, or the trade, with animal cares and indolence, 

Make the mass of vital years a heavy lump unleavened. 

Drowsily lie down in thy dullness, fettered with the irons of circumstance, 

Thou wilt not wake to think and feel a minute in a month. 

The epitome of common life is seen in the common epitaph. 

Born on such a day, and dead on such another, with an interval of three- 
score years. 

For time hath been wasted on the senses, to the hourly diminislilng of 
spirit ; 

Lean is the soul and pineth, in the midst of abundance for the body : 

He forgat the world to which he tended, and a creature's true nobility, 



192 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Nor wished that hope and wholesome fear should stir him from his hardened 

satisfaction. 
And this is death in life ; to he sunk beneath the waters of the Actual, 
Without one feebly-strug-gling sense of an airier spiritual realm : 
Affection, fancy, feeling — dead ; imagination, conscience, faith, 
All wilfully expunged, till they leave the man mere carcass. 
See thou livcst, whiles thou art : for heart must live, and soul, 
But care and sloth and sin and self, combine to kill that Hfe. 
A man will grow to an aiitomaton, an appendage to the counter or the 

desk,* 
If mind and spirit be not roused to raise the plodding groveller : 
Then praise God for Sabbaths, for books, and dreams, and pains, 
For the recreative face of nature, and the kindling charities of home ; 
And remember, thon that labourest, — thy leisure is not loss, 
If it help to expose and undermine that solid falsehood, the Material. 

Life is a strange avenue of various trees and flowers ; 

Lightsome at commencement, but darkening to its end in a disUmt massy 

portal. 
It beginneth as a little path, edged with the violet and primrose, 
A little path of lawny grass, and soft to tiny feet : 
Soon, spring thistles in the way, those early griefs of school. 
And fruit-trees ranged on either hand show holiday, delights : 
Anon, the rose and the mimosa hint at sensitive affection, 
And vipers hide among tlip grass, and briers are woven in the hedges : 
Shortly, staked along in order, stand the slender saplings. 
While hollow hemlock and tall ferns fill the frequent interval : 
So advancing, quaintly mixed, majestic line the way 
Sturdy oaks, and vigorous elms, the beech and forest-pine : 
And here the road is rough with rocks, wide, and scant of herbage, 
The sun is hot in heaven, and the ground is cleft and parched : 
And many-times a hollow-trunk, decayed or lightning-scathed, 
Or in its deadly solitude, the melancholy upas : 
But soon, with closer ranks, are set the sentinel trees, 
And darker shadows hover amongst Autumn's mellov\^ tints ; 
Ever and anon, a holly, — -junipers, and cypresses, and yews ; 
Tiie soil is damp ; the air is chill ; night conieth on apace : 
Speed to the portal, traveller, — lo, there is a moon, 
With smiling light to guide thee safely through the dreadful shade : 



OF DEATH. lOS 

Hark, — ^that hollow knock, — behold, the warder openeth, 

Tlie gate is gaping, and for thee ; — ^those are the jaws of Death ! 



OF DEATH. 

Keep silence, jdaughter of frivolity, — for Death is in that chamber ! 

Startle not with crhoing sound the strangely solemn peace. 

Death is here in spirit, watchor of a marble corpse, — 

That eye is fixed, that heart is still, — how dreadful in its stillness ! 

Death, new tenant of the house, penadeth all the fabric ; 

fie waiteth at the head, and lie standeth at the feet, and hideth in the 

caverns of the breast : 
Death, subtle leech, hath anatomized soul from body, 
Dissecting well in every nerve its spirit from its substance f 
Death, rigid lord, hath claimed the heriot clay. 
While joyously tlie youthful soul hath gone to take his heritage ; 
Death, cold usurer, hath seized his bonded debtor ; 
Death, savage despot, hath caught his forfeit serf; 
Death, blind foe, wreaketh petty vengeance on the flesh ; 
Death, fell cannibal, gloateth on his victim. 
And carrieth it with him to the grave, that dismal banquet-hall, 
Where in foul state the Royal Goul holdeth secret orgies. 

Hide it up, hide it up, drav/ the decent curtain : 

Hence ! curious fool, and pry not on corruption : 

For the fearful mysteries of change are being there enacted, 

And many actors play their part on that small stage, the tomb. 

Leave the clay, that leprous thing, touch not the fleshly garment : 

Dust to dust, it mingleth v/ell among the sacred soil : 

It is scattered by the \\-inds, it is wafted by the waves, it mixeth with herbs 

and cattle. 
But Go-i hath watched tliose morsels, and hath guided them in care : 
Each waiting soul must claim his own, when the archangel soundeth, 
And all the fields, and all the hills, shall move a mass of life ; 
Bodies numberless, crowding on the land, and covering the trampled sea, 






194 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Darkening the air pecipitato, and gathered scatheless from the fire ; 
Tfie Himalayan peaks shall yield their charge, and the desolate steppes of 

Siberia, 
The Maelstrom disengulf its spoil, and the iceberg manumit its captive : 
All shall teem with life, the converging fragments of humanity, 
Till every conscious essence greet his individual frame ; 
For in some dignified similitude, alike, yet different in glory, 
This body shall be shaped anevv', fit dwelling for the soul : 
The hovel liath grov;n to a palace, the bulb hath burst into the flower, 
Matter hath put on incorraption, and is at peace with spirit. 

Amen, — and so it sliall be : — but now, the scene is drear, — 

Yea, though promises and hope strive to cheat its sadness ; 

Full of grief, though faith herself is strong to speed the soul, 

For the partner of its toil is left behind to endure an ordeal of change. 

Dear partner, dear and frail, my loved though humble home, — 

Should I cast thee off without a pang, as a garment flung aside ? 

Many years, for joy and sorrov/, have I dwelt in thee, 

How shall I be rccklesc of thy v/eal, nor hope for thy perfection ? 

This also, He that lent thee for my uses in mortality, 

Shall well fuhlU with boundless praise on that returning day. 

Beliold, thou shall be glorified ; thoa, mine abject friend, — 

And should I meanly scorn thy state, until it rise to greatness ? 

Far be it, O my soul, from thine expectant essence, 

To be heedless, if indignity or folly desecrate those thine ashes : 

Keep them safe with careful love ; and let the mound be holy ; 

And, thou that passest by, revere the waiting dead. 

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure, 

Crowned by consenting nations peerless queen of gayety '. 

She laughctli at the wrath of Ocean, she mocketh the fury of Vesuvius, 

She spurneth disease and misery and famine, that crowd her sunny street ; 

The giddy dance, the meriy song, the festal glad procession, 

The noonday slumber and the midnight serenade, — all these make up het 

Life ; 
Her Life ?— and what her Death ?— look we to the end of life,— 
Solon, and Tcllus the Athenian, wisely have ye pointed to the grave. 
For behold yon drearj' precinct, — those hundreds of stone wells, — ('•) 
A pit for a day, u pit for a day, — a pit to be sealed for a year : 



OF DEATH. ^195 

And in the gloom of night, they raised the year-closed lid, — 
Look in, — for gnawing lime hath half consumed the carcasses ; 
Thus, they hurl the daily dead into that horrible pit, 
The dead that only died this day, — as unconsidered offiil ! 
There, a stark white heap, unwept, unloved, uncared for, 
Old men and maidens, young men and infants, mingle in hideous corrup- 
tion: 
Fling in the gnawing lime, — seal up the charnel for a year ; 
For lo, a morrow's dawn hath tinged the mountain summit. 
O fair false city, thou gay and gilded harlot. 
Woe, for thy wanton heart ; woe, for thy wicked hardness : 
Woe unto thee, that the lightsomeness of Life, beneath Italian sirns, 
Should meet the solemnity of Death in a sepulchre so foul and fearful. 

For that, even to the best, the wise and pure and pious, 

Death, repulsive king, thine iron rule is terrible : 

Yea, and even at the best, in company of buried kindred,' 

With hallowing rites, and friendly tears, and the dear old country church, 

Death, cold and lonely, thy frigid face is hateful. 

The bravest look on thee with dread, the humblest curse thy coming. 

Still, ye umvise among mankind, your foolishness hath added fears ; 

The crowded cc-meter}^, tlie catacomb of bones, the pestilential vault, 

With fancy's gliding gjiost at eve, her moans and flaky footfalls, 

And the gibbering train of terror to fright your coward hearts. 

We speak not here of sin, nor the phantoms of a bloody conscience, 

Nor of solaces, and merciful pardon : we heed but the inevitable grave ; 

The grave, that wage of guilt, that due return to dust, 

The grave, thq^ goal of earth, and starting-post for heaven. 

Plant it with laurels, sprinkle it with lilies, set it upon yonder dewy hill. 

Midst lioly prayers, and generous grief, and consecrating blessings: 

Let Sophocles sleep among his ivy, green perennial garlands, (^^) 

Let olives shade their Virgil, and roses bloom above Corinne ; 

To his foster-mother, Ocean, intrust the mariner in hope, 

The warrior's spirit, let it rise on high, from the jflaming fragrant pyre. 

But heap not coffins and corruption to infect the mass of hving, 

Nor steal from odious realities the charitable poetry of Death : 

It is wise to gild uncomeliness, it is wise to mask necessity, 

It is wise from cheerful sights and sounds to draw tlieir gentle 



19e PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Hide the fact^, the bitter facts, the foul and fearful facts, 

Tend the bcxly well in hope, this were praise and wisdom ; 

But to plunge in gloom the parting soul, that hath loved its clay tenement 
so long, 

This were vanity and folly, the counsel of moroseness and despair. 

Not thus the S.-ythian of old time welcomed Death with songs; 

Not thus the shrewd Egyptian decorated Death with braveries ; 

Not thus on his funeral tower slecpeth the sun-worshipping Parsee ; 

Not thus the Moslem saint lieth in his arabesque mausoleum ; 

Not thus the wild red Indian, hunter of the far Missouri, 

In flowering trees hath nested up his forest-loving ancestry ; (") 

Not thus the Switzer mountaineer scattereth ribboned garlands 

About the rustic cross that halloweth the bed of his beloved ; 

Not thus the vi lago maiden wisheth she may die in spring, 

With store of violets and cowslips to be sprinkled on her snow-white 
shrond ; 

Not thus the dying poot asketh a cheerful grave, — 

Lay him in the sunshine, friends, nor sorrow that a Christian hath de- 
parted ! 

Yea, it is the poetry of Death, an Orpheus gladdening Hades, 

To care with mindful love for all so dear — and dead ; 

To think of them in hope, to look for them in joy, and — but for its simple 
vanity, — 

To pray with ail the earnestness of nature for souls who cannot change. 

For the tree is felled, and boughed, and bare, and the Measurer standeth 
with his line ; 

The chance is gone for ever, nnd is past the reach of prayer : 

For men and angels, good and ill, have rendered all their witness ; 

The trial is over, the jury are gone in, and none can nov/ be heard ; 

Well are they agreed upon the verdict, just, and fixed, and final, 

And the sentence showeth clear before the .Tudge hath spoken : 

Now — while resting matter is at peace within the tomb. 

The conscious spirit watcheth in unspeakable suspense ; 

Racked with a fearful looking forward, or blissfully feeding on the fore- 
taste, 

Waiting souls in eager expectation pass the solemn interval ; 

They slumber not in death, but awaken, quickened to the terror of the 
judgment ; 



OF DEATH. 137 

Tlief %R wkA imemite among ^aMko2&,biAaaA,Vxikax^ to tiisfi|^ 

I<fiocT. br^fatan^ oo tlie m^taoL. wfaen that veO Is ton:, 

h gntefnl that lus torpor here lath left laoi asan mnooeat ; 

Tbs Joan? cUU, stiicken as he pSajBd, and gvfleSes babes imbani, 

Fr?ed ftora fiettets of the fledi, burst ioto mind 

Main^ss jnd^eth viseh', and the Tiaoas of the 

And earh hartRnrth to poise the mercy that made him irrespon^bie. 

For aoal is one. tfaoi^ onnifbld in act, vorldn^ the machmerf of brain, 

Keasoa, iuitj, consdenee, pasaoe, are bat vaiying phases ; 

Ifl in God's vise paqnse, the myr}nnp: vers diatter3d or oocfssed. 

Still is Gosl the sama, thoi^ it exhSit vkh a (fiSerence : 

Thex&kxe, ifryipate the brain, and set its in-nate fr??, 

BchoM, the mimarR and cmhryoB stand in tfaar place ii£eI!ig?!3L 

That solr^ eaieth avaj all dra^ learii^ the goSd intact : 

Matter la ug aeth m the letot, ^iiit hath fiown to the xeceiTcr : 

And la, that leopiaie of the spiiits, it is eome aenal vorid. 

An OBEis undmjjf on the desert ypace, separaCing eaith fiocn heaTeo, 

A prsoD-hoose for ewynny incut p maie , a fimbes ragne and wild, 

Taxtarns iiv e^ aiid Paia£se £br good, that iiriEiB»fiate Hades. 

O Deidu vhai^ ait thoo ? a LavgiTer that nerer akersdi. 

P'^rimg the o u u imMuu ting fieal, whereby the ^eds of fife becocoe esiab- 

fi^Kd; 
<J ikalh, irfiat art thoa? a sSem and aleni i^ier, 
Lsadbig to the pdigmeat for EtenitT, aa£7 the tzial a^ae of time ; 
O Deaih, what ait thou ? an fan^boncfeun, that leapeth alwajs, 
Oi« of tieasoD, as in seasoD, with the ackle m his hand : 
O Death, what art tinn ? the shadow onfo eretj safafitmce. 
In the boMrer as in the bafide, hanntins ni^ and day: 
O Deaih, what art than ? nmse of drsamies doh^bexs 
FredieBiag the fevered flssfa to a wakeliaineBs etenial : 
O Death, what art tihoa ? rtrsnfe and solemn AkhyiuEt, 
EbboiaCing fife's eiixir &am these da^^ ovcflifes : 
O Deaih, what art thoa ? art^^pe of naime's morrels. 
The seed and ^fm»a^ diiysa& harrting into enovr and glcrr. 
Thoa caha, safe andwrage for the t h att o ed hnfle of mgaij — 
Tixm spot of gdU shade, after the hol^^iteathed desert,— 
Tooa sfleatt vutm^^all, where Adam meeteth with bas ehDdicsv — 
How fid of dnemi, how fan of hope, loonelh inevilabfe Death : 



198 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Of dread, for all have sinned ; of hope, for One hatli saved ; 
Tlie dread is drowned in joy, the hope is filled with immortality ! 
— Pass along, pilgrim of life, go to thy grave unfearing, 
The terrors are but shadows now that haunt the vale of Death. 



OF IMMORTALITY. 

Gird up thy mind to contemplation, trembling inhabitant of earth : 
Tenant of a hovel for a day, — thou art heir of the universe for ever ! 
For, neither congealing of the grave, nor gulfing waters of ihe firmament, 
Nor expansive airs of heaven, nor dissipative fires of Gehenna, 
Nor rust of rest, nor wear, nor waste, nor loss, nor chance, nor change, 
Shall avail to quench or overwhelm the spark of soul within thee ! 

Thou art an imperishable leaf on the evergreen bay-lree of Existence ; 

A word from Wisdom's mouth, that caimot be unspoken ; • 

A ray of Love's own light ; a drop in Mercy's sea ; 

A creature, marvellous and fearful, begotten by the fiat of Omnipotence. 

I, that speak in weakness, and ye, that hear in charity, 

Shall not cease to live and feel, though flesh must see corruption ; 

For the prison-gates of matter shall be broken, and the shackled soul go 

free, 
Free, for good or ill, to satisfy its appetence for ever : 
Fo5 ever, — dreadful doom, to be hurried on eternally to evil, — 
For ever, — happy fate, to ripen into perfectness — for ever ! 

And is there a thought within tlsy heart, O slave of sin and fear, 
A blaCii and harmful hope, that erring spirit dieth ! 
That primal disobedience hath ensured the death of soul. 
And separate evil sealed it thine — ^thy curse. Annihilation ? 
Heed thou this ; there is a Sacrifice ; the Maker is Redeemer of his crea- 
ture ; 
Freely unto each, universally to all, is restored the privilege of essence : 
Whether unto grace or guilt, all must live through Him, 
Live in \'ital joy, or live in dpng woe : 
Death in Adam, life in Christ ; the curse hung upon the cross ; 



OF IMMORTALITY. 199 

Who art thou that heedest of redemption, as narrower than the fall ? 

All were dead, — He died for all ; that living, they might love ; 

If living souls withhold their love, — still, He hath died for them. 

Eve stole the knowledge ; Christ gave the life : 

Knowledge and life are the perquisites of soul, the privilege of man : 

Mercy stepped between, and stayed the double theft ; 

God gave ; and giving, bought ; and buying, asketh love : 

And in such asking rendercth blLs?, to all that hear and answer, 

For love with lifo is heaven ; and life unloving, hell. 

Creature of God, his will is for thy wcsii, eternally progressing ; 

Fear not to trust a Maker's love, nor a Saviour's ransom : 

He drank for all, — for thee and me, — the poison of our deeds ; 

We shall not die, but live, — and of his grace, we love. 

For in the m.ysteries of Mercy, the One fore-knowing Spirit 

Oiitstrippeth reason's halting clioice, and winneth men to Him : 

Who shall sound the depths ? who shall reach the heights ? 

Freedom, in tlie gyves of fate ; and sovereignty, reconciled with justice. 

If then, as annihilate by sin, the soul was ever forfeit, 

Godhead paid the mighty price, the pledge hath been redeemed ; 

He, from the waters of Oblivion raised the drowning race, 

Lifting them even to Himself, the baseless Rock of Ages. 

NoTv can escape from Adam's guilt, or second Adam's guerdon : 

Sin and death are thine ; thine also is interminable being : 

Let it be even as thou v/ilt, still are v/e ransomed from nonentity, 

The worlds of bli.ss and woe are peopled with immortals : 

And ruin is thy blame ; for thou, the v.-orst, art free 

To take from Heaven the gTace of love, as the gift of life : 

Yet is not remedy thy praise ; for thou, the best, art bound 

In self, and sin, and darkling sloth, until He break the chain : 

None can tell, without a struggle, if that chain be broken ; 

Strive to-day, — one effort more may prove that thou art free ! 

Here is ftiith and prayer, here is the Grace and the Atonement, 

Here is the creature feeling for its God, and the prodigal returning to his 

Father. 
But, behold, liis reasonable children, standing in just probation, 
With ears to hear, neglect ; with eyes to see, refuse : 
They will not have the blessing with the life, the blessing that enricheth 

immortality ; 



500 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And look for pleasures out of God, for heaven in life alone : 
So they snatch that awful prize, existence void of love. 
And in their darkening exile make a needful hell of self. 

Therefore fear, thou sinner, lest the huge hlessing, Immortiility, 

Be blighted in thine evil to a curse, — ^it were better he had not been bom ; 

Therefore hope, thou saint, for the gift of immortality is free ; 

Take and live, and live in love ; fear not, thou art redeornod ! 

The happy life, that height of hope, the knowledge of all good, 

This is tlie blessing on obedience, obedience the child of faith : 

The miserable life, that depth of all despair, the knowledge of all evil, 

This is the curse upon impenitence, impenitence that sprung of unbelief. 

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love in all he dooth, 

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consnme : 

The wicked work their woe by looking upon love, and hating it : 

The righteous find their joys iji yearning on its loveliness for ever. 

Who shall imagine Immortality, or picture its illimiUible prospect? 
How feebly can a faltering tongue express the vast idea ! 
For consider the primeval woods that bristle over broad Australia, 
And count their autumn leaves, millions multiplied by millions ; 
Thence look up to a moonless sky from a sleeping isle of the vEgeean, 
And add to those leaves yon starry host, sparkling on the midnight, num- 
berless ; 
Thence traverse an Arabia, some continent of eddying sand, 
Gather each grain, let none escape, add them to the leaves and to the stars, 
Afterwards gaze upon the sea, the thousand leagues of an Atlantic, 
Take drop by drop, and add their sum to the grains, and leaves, and stars ; 
The drops of ocean, the desert sands, the leaves, and stars innumerable, 
(Albeit, in that multitude of multitudes, each small unit were an age,) 
All might reckon for an instant, a transient Hash of Time, 
Compared with this intolerable blaze, the measureless enduring of Eter- 
nity ! 

O grandest gift of the Creator, — O largess worthy of a God, — 
Who shall grasp that thrilling thought, life and joy for ever ? 
For the sun in heaven's heaven is Love that cannot change, 
And the shining of that sun is life, to all beneath its beams : 
Who shall arrest it in the firmament, — or drag it from its sphere ? 



OF IMMORTALITY. 201 

Or bid its beauty smile no more, but be extinct for ever ? 
Yea, where God hath given, n.one shall take away, 
Nor build up limits to his love, nor bid his bounty cease ; 
Wide, as space is peopled, endless as the empire of heaven, 
The river of the water of life floweth on in majesty for ever ! 

Why should it seem a thing im.possible to thee, O man of many doubts, 

That God shall wake the dead, and give this mortal immortality ? 

Is it that such riclies are unsearchable, the bounty too profuse ? 

And yet wliat gift, to ceas? or change, is v^orthy of the King Almighty ? 

For remember the moment thou art not, thou mightest as well not have 

been ; 
A millennium and an hour are equal in the gulf of that desolate abyss, 

annihilation : 
If Adam had existed till to-day, and to-day had perislied utterly, 
Wlmt were his gain in the length of a life, that hath passed away for 

ever ? 
No tribute of thanks can exhale from the empty censer of nonentity ; 
The Giver, with his gift reclaimed, is mulcted of all praise. 

Tell me, ye that strive in vain to cramp and dwarf the soul, 
Wherefore should it cease to be, and when shall essence die? 
It is, — and therefore shall be, — till just obstacle opposeth : 
Shov/ no cause for change, and reason leaneth to continuance. 
The body verily shall change ; this curious liouse we live in 
Never had continuing stay, but changeth every instant : 
But the spiritual tenant of the house abideth in unalterable consciousness ; 
He may fly to many lands, but cannot flee himself : 
The soil Vv^herein ye drop the seed, by suns or rains may vary : 
But the seed is the same ; and soul is the seed ; and flesh but its anchor- 
age to earth. 

The machine may be broken, and rust con*ode the springs : but can rust 

feed on motion ? 
Worms may batten on the brain : but can worms gnaw the mind ? 
Dynamics are, and dwell apart, though matter be not made ; 
Spirit is, and can be separate, though a body were not : 
Power is one, be it lever, screw, or wedge ; but it needeth these for illuB- 

tration : 



202 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Mind is one, bs it casual or ideal ; but it is shown in these. 

The creature is constructed individual, for trial of his reasonable will, 

Clay and soul commingled wisely, mingled, not confused : 

As power is not in the spring-, till somewhat give it action, 

So until spirit he infused, the organism lieth inergetic. 

Or shalt thou say that mind is the delicate offspring of matter, 

The bright consummate flower that must perish with its leaf? 

Go to : dotli weight breed lightness ? is freedom the atmosphere of prisons ? 

Wlien did the body elevate, expand, and bud tlie mind ? 

JjO, a red-hot cinder Hung from the furnaces of ^Etna, — 

There is fire in that ash ; but did the pumice make it ? 

Nay, cold clod, never canst thou generate a fliune. 

Nay, most exquisite machinery, nevermore elaborate a mind ; 

Ratlier do ye battle and contend., opposite the one to the other ; 

Till God shall stop the strife, and call tlie boJy colleague. 

Garment of flesh, and art thou then a vest, so tinged with subtle poison, 
(Maddening tunic of the centiiurj as to kill the soul ? 
Not so : fruit of disobedience, rot in dissolution, as thou must, — 
The seed is in the core, its germ is safe, and life is in that germ : 
Moreover, Marah shall be sweetened ; and a Good Phy.=ic;an 
Yet shall heal those gangrene wound-, the spotted pbgue of sin: 
He, through v^orldly trials, and the sep irative cleansing of the grave. 
Shall change its corruptible to glory, and v\ash thi:t gariiicnt white. 

Still, is the whisper in thy heart, that oftenest the bed of death 

Seemeth but a sluggish ebb, of sinking soul and body ? 

Mind dwelling long-time sensual in the chambers of the flesh, 

May slumber on in conscious sloth, and wilfully be dulled : 

But is it therefore nigh to dissolution, even as the body of this death ? 

Ask the stricken conscience, gasping out its terrors ; 

Ask the dying miser, loth to leave his gold ; 

Ask the widowed poor, confiding her fatherless to strangers ; 

Ask the martyr-maid, a broken reed so strong, 

That weak and tortured frame, with triumph on its brow I — 

O thou gainsayer, the finger of disease may seem to reach the soul, 

But it is a spiritual touch, sympathy with that which aileth : 

Pain or fear may dislocate and sliatter this delicate machinery of nerves; 



OF IMMORTALITY. 203 

But madness proveth mind : the fault is in the engin?, not the impetus : 

Dissipate the mists of matter, lo, the soul is clear : 

Tiuiour's cage howed it in the dust, but now it goeth fortli a freeman. 

Yet more, there is reason in moralities, that the soul must live ; 

If God be king in heaven, or have care for earth, 

Can wickedness have triumphed with impunity, or virtue toiled unseen? 

Shall cruelty to; tare unavenged, and the innocent complain unheard ? 

Is there no recompense for woe, — must there be no other world for 

justice,— 
No hope in setting suns of good, nor terror for the evil at its zenith ? 
How shall ye make answer unto this, a just God prospering iniquity, 
Wisdom encouraging the foolish, and Goodness abetting the depraved ? 

Yet again ; mine erring brother, pardon this abundance of my speech, 

Yield me thy candour and thy charity, listening with a welcome : 

For, even now, a thousand thoughts are trooping to my theme ; 

O mighty theme, O feeble thoughts I Alas, who is sulficient ? 

Jr.dge not so high a cause by tljese poor words alone. 

For lo, the advocats hath little skill : pardon, and pass on : 

Cer'if/ thyself with surer proofs ; fledge thine own mind for flight ; 

Think, and pray ; those better proofs shall follow on with holy aspiration. 

Yet, in my humbler grade to help thy weal and comfort, 

Thy weal for this and higher worlds, and comfort in thy sickness, 

Suffer the multitude of fancies, Vv\alking with me still in love ; 

But tread in fear, it is holy ground, — remember Immortality ! 

Wilt thou argue from infirmities, thine abject evil state. 

As how should stricken wretched man indeed exist for ever : 

The brutal and besotted, the savage and the slave, the sucking infant and 
the idiot. 

The mass of mean and common minds, and all to be immortal ? 

Consider every beginning, how small it is and feeble : 

Ganges, and the rolling Mississij)pi, sprung of brooks among the moun- 
tains ; 

That yew-tree of a thousand years was once a little seed ; 

And Nero's marble Rome, a shepherd's mud-built hovel : 

A speck is on the tropic sky, and it groweth to the terrible tornado ; 

An apple, all too fair to see, destroyed a world of souls : 

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204 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

A tender babe is born, — it is Attila, scourge of the nations ! 
A seeming malefactor dieth, — it is Jesus, the Saviour of men ! 

And hive not in thy thoughts the vain and wordy notion, 
That nothing which was bom in time, can tire out the footsteps of Infinity. 
Reckon up a sum in numbers ; where shall progression stop ? 
The starting-post is definite and fixed, but what is the goal of numeration ? 
So begin upon a moment, and when shall being end ? 
Souls emanate from God, to travel with him equally for ever. 
Moreover, thou that objectest the unenterable circle of eternity. 
That none but He from everlasting can endure, as to a future everlasting. 
Consider, may it be impossible that creatures were counted in their Maker, 
And so, that the confines of eternity are filled by God alone ? 
Trust not thy soul upon a fancy : who would freight a bubble v/ith a dia- 
mond, 
And launch that priceless gem on the boiling rapids of a cataract ? 

If then we perish not at death, but walk in spirit through the darkness, 

Waiting for a mansion incorruptible, whereof this body is tlie seed, 

Tell me, when shall be the period ? time and its ordeals are done ; 

The storms are passed, the night is at an end, behold the Sabbath morning. 

Is Death to be conqueror again, and claim once more the victory, — 

Can the enemy's corpse awaken into life, and bruise the Champion's head ? 

Evil, terrible ensample, that foil to the attributes of Good, 

Is banished to its own black world, weeded out of earth and heaven : 

Shall that great gulf be parsed, and sin be sown again ? — 

We know but this, the book of Uiith proclaimeth gladly, Never ! 

There remaineth the will of our God : when he repenteth of his creature, 
Made by self-suggested mercy, ransomed by self-sacrificing justice, — 
When Truth, that swore unto his neighbour, disappointeth him, and 

cleaveth to a lie, — 
When the counsels of Wisdom are confounded, and Love warreth with 

itself, 
When the Uncliangeable is changed, and tlie arm of Omnipotence is 

broken. 
Then, — thy quenchless soul shall have reached the goal of its existence. 

But it seemeth to thy notions of the merciful and just, a false and fearful 
thing, 



OF IMMORTALITY. 205 

To lay such a burden upon time, that eternity be built on its foundation : 

As if so casual good or ill should colour all the future, 

And the vanity of accident, or sternness of necessity, save or wreck a soul. 

Were it casual, vain, or stern, this might pass for truth : 

But all thii^-s are marshalled by Design, and carefully tended by Benevo- 

IcncG. 
O man, thy Judge is righteous, — noting, remembering, and weighing ; 
Want, ignorance, diversities of state, are cast into the balance of advantage : 
The poisonous example of a parent asketh for allowance in a child ; 
Care, diseases, toils, and frailties, — all tilings are considered. 
And again, a mysterious Omniscience knoweth the spirits that are his, 
\VhiIe the delicate tissues of Event are woven by the fingers of Ubiquity. 
Should Providence be taken l)y surprise from the possible impinging of an 

accident, 
One fortuitous grain might dislocate the banded universe : 
The merest seeming trifle is ordered as the morning light ; 
And he that rideth on the hurricane, is pilot of the bubble on the breaker. 

Once more, consider Matter, — how small a thing is father to the greatest: 

Thou that lightly liast regarded the results of so called acciden'". 

A blade of grass took fire in the sun, — and the prairie? are burnt to the 

horizon : 
A grain of sand may blind the eye, and madden tlie brain to murder : 
A careful fly deposited its egg in the swelling bud of an acorn, — 
The sapling grew, — cankrous and gnarled, — it is yonder hollow oak : 
A child touched a spring, and the spring closed a valve, and the labouring 

engine burst, — 
A thousand lives were in that sliip, — wrecked by an infant's linger ! 
Shall nature preach in vain ? — thy casualty, guided in its orbit, 
Though less than a mote upon the sunbeam, saileth in a fleet of worlds ; 
That trivial cause, watered and observed of the Husbandman day by day, 
In calm undeviating strength doth work its large effect. 
Thus, in the pettiness of life note thou seeds of grandeur, 
And watch the hour-glass of Time with the eyes of an heir of Immortality. 

There still he clouds of witnesses, — if thou art not weary of my speech, — 
Flocks of thoughts adding lustre to the light, and pointing on to Life. 
For reflect liow Truth and Goodness, well and wisely put, 
Commend themselves to everv mind with wondrous intuition : 



206 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

What is this ? the recognition of a staud.ird, unwritten, natural, uniform ; 

Telling of one common source, the ro jt of Good and True. 

And if thus present soul can trace descent from Deity, 

Being, as it standeth, individual, a separate reasonable thing, 

What s'iould hinder that its hope may not trace gladly forward, 

And, in astounding parallel, like Enoch, walk with God ? 

Yea, tlie genealogy of soul, that vivifying breath of a Creator, 

Breath, no transient air, but essence, energy, and reason, 

Is looming on the p;u?t, and shadowing the future, sublimely as Mel- 

c!ii.-edek of old. 
Having not beginning, nor end of days, but present in the majesty of Peace ! 

O f Jse scholar, credulous in vanities, and only skeptical of truth, 

Wherefore toil to cheat thy soul of its birthright. Immortality ? 

Is it for thy guilt ? He pardoneth : is it for tliy frailty ? He will help : 

Though thou learest. He is Love ; and Mercy shall be deeper than Despair ; 

Evn for thy fall-blown pride, is it much to be receiver of a God ? 

Anl lo, thy rights. He made thee ; thy claims. He hath redeemed. 

Hath the fair aspect of affection no beauty that thou shouldst desire it ? 

And are those sorrows nothing to thee that passest by ? 

For it is a fact, immutable, that God hath dwelt in Man ? 

With gentle, generous love ennobling while He bought us. 

What, though thou art false, ignorant, weak, and daring, — 

Can the sun be quenched in heaven — or only Belisarius be blind ? 

B»it, even stooping to thy tolly, grant all these hopes are vain ; 

Stultify reason, wrestle against consciepxc, and v/ither up the heart, 

Where is thy vast advantage ? — I have all that thou hast. 

The buoyancy of life as strong, and term of days no shorter ; 

My cup is full with gladness, — my griefs are not more galUng : 

And thus, we walk together, even to the gates of death : 

There, (if not also on my journey, blessing every step, 

Gladdening with light, and quickening with love, and killing all my cares,) 

There, — while tliou art quailing, or sullenly expecting to be nothing, — 

There, — is found my gain, — I triumph, where thou tremblest. 

Grant all my solace is a lie, yet it is a fountain of delight, 

A spice in every pleasure, and a balm for every pain : 

O precious wise delusion, scattering both misery and sin, — 

O vile and silly truth, depraving while it curseth ! 



OP IMMORTALITY. 307 

Darkling child of knowledge, commune with Socrates and Cicero : 

They had no prejudice of biith, no dull parental warpings; 

See, those lustrous mind:? anticipate the dawning day, — 

Whilst thou, poor mole, art burrowing back to darkness from the light. 

I will not nrge a revelation, mercies, miracles, and martyrs, 

But, after twice a thousand years, go learn thou of the pagan ; 

It were happier tind wiser even among fools, to cling to the shadow of a 

hope, 
Than, in the company of sages, to win the substance of despaif: 
But here, the sages hope ;*— despair is with the fools, 
The base bad hearts, the stolid heads, the sensual, and the selfish. 

And wilt thou, sorry scomer, mock the phrase, despair ? 

Despair for those who die and live, — for me, I live and die ; 

What have I to do with dread ? my taper must go out ? — 

I n/.rss no silly hopes, and tlierefore feel no fears : 

I am h listening to an End. — O false and feeble answer : 

For hope is in tliee still, and fear, — a racking deep anxiety 

Erring brother, listen ; and take thine answer from the ancients ; 

Consider every end, th;vt it is but the end of a beginning. 

All flings v/ork in circles : weariness induceth unto rest, 

Rest invigorateth labour, and labour causeth weariness : 

War produ3eth peace, and peace is wanton unto war; 

Light dieth into darkness, and night dawneth into day ; 

The rotting jungle reeds scatter fertility around ; 

The buffalo's dead carcass hatli quickened life in millions ; 

The end of toil i? gain, the end of gain is pleasure, 

Pleasure tendeth unto waste, and waste commandeth toil. 

So, is death an end, — but it breedeth an infinite beginning ; 

Limi's are for time, and death killed time ; Eternity's beginning is for ever. 

Ambition, hath it any goal indeed ? is not all fruition, disappointment ? 

A step upon the ladder, and another, and another, — we start from every end : 

Look to the eras of mortality ; babe, student, man. 

The husband, the father, the deathbead of a saint, — and is it then an end ? 

That common climax. Death, shall it lead to nothing ? 

How strong a root of causes, flowering a consequence of vapour : 

That solid chain of facts, is it snapped for ever ? 

How btout a show of figures, weakly summijig to nonentity. 



208 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Or haply, Death, in the doublings of thy thought, shall seem continuous 

ending : 
A dull eternal slumber, not an end abrupt. 

most futile chrysalis, wherefore dost thou sleep ? 

Dreamless, unconscious, never to awake, — what object in such slumber ? 
If thou art still to live, it may as well be wakefully as sleeping : 
How grovelling must that spirit be, to need eternal sleep ; 
Or was indeed the toil of life so heavy and so long, 
Tha;t. neveniiore can rest refresh thine overburdened soul ? 
Sleep is a recreance to body, but when was mind asleep ? 
Even in a swoon it dreameth, though all be forgotten afterwards : 
The muscles seek relaxing, and the irritfible nerves ask peace : 
13 ut hfe is a constant force, spirit an unquietable impetus ; 
The eye may wear out as a telescope, and the brain work slow as a ma- 
chine, 
But soul, unwearied, and for ever, is c-apable of effort unimpaired. 

1 live, move am conscious : what shall bar my being ? 
Where is the rude hand, to rend this tissue of existence ? 
Not thine, shadowy Death, what art thou but a phantom ? 
Not thine, foul Corruption, what art thou but a fear ? 
For death is merely absent life, as darkness absent light : 

Not even a suspension, for the life hath sailed away, steering gladly some- 
where. 

And corruption, closely noted, is but a dissolving of the parts, 

The parts remain, and nothing lost, to build a better whole. 

i»Ioreovcr, mind is unity, ho\vever versatile and rapid ; 

Thou canst not entertain two coincident ideas, although they quickly fol- 
low : 

And Unity hath no parts, so that there is notliing lo dissolve ; 

And element is still unchanged in ever}'' searching solvent. 

Who then shaJJ bid me be ariuulled, — He that gave me being ? 

Amen, if God so v/ill ; I know that will is love : 

But love hath promised life, and therefore I shall live : 

So long as He is God, I shall be liis Creature ! 

And here, shrewd reasoner, so eager to prove that thou must perish, 
I note a sneer upon thy lip, and ridicule is hap^y on thy tongue : 
How, said he, — creature of a God, and are not all his creatures, — 



OF IMMORTALITY. 209 

The lion, and the gnat, — yea, the mushroom, and the crystal, — have all 

these a soul ? 
Thy fancies tend to prove too much, and overshoot the mark : 
If I die not with hrutes, then brutes must live with me ? — 
I dare not tell thee that they will, for the word is not in my commission : 
But of the twain it is the likelier ; continuance is the chance : 
Men, dying in their sins, are likened unto beasts that perish : 
They are dark, animal, insensate, but have they not a lurking soul ? 
The spirit of a man goeth upward, reasonable, apprehending God ; 
The spirit of a beast goeth downward, sensual, doting on the creature : 
Who told thee they die at dissolution ? boldly think it out, — 
The multitude of flies, and the multitude of herbs, the world with all its be- 
ings : 
Is Infinity tco narrow, Omnipotence too weak, and Love so anxious to des- 
troy ? 
Doth Wisdom change its plan, and a Maker cancel his created ? 
God's will may compass all things, to fashion and to nullify at pleasure : 
Yet are there many thoughts of hope, that all which are shall live. 
True, there is no conscience in the brute, beyond some educated habit, 
They lay them down without a fear, and wake without a hope : 
Hunger and pain is of the animal ; but when did they reckon or compare ? 
They live, idealess, in instinct ; and while they breathe they gain : 
The master is an idol to his dog, who cannot rise beyond him ; 
And void of capability for God, there would seem small cause for an in- 
finity. 
Therefore, caviller, my poor thoughts dare not grant they live; 
But is it not a great thing to assume their annihilation — and thine own ? 
Would it be much if a speck on space, this globe with all its millions, 
Verily, after its pollution, were suflTered to exist in purity ? 
Or much, if guiltless creatures, that were cruelly entreated upon earth, 
Found some commensurate reward in lower joys hereafter ? 
Or much, if a Creator, prodigal of life, and filled with the profundity of 

love. 
Rejoice in all Creatures of his skill, and lead them to perfection in their 

kind? 
O man, there are many marvels ; yet life is more a mystery than death : 
For death may be some stagnant life, — but life is present God ! 

Many are the lurking holes of evil ; vv^ho shall search them out ? 



210 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Who so skilled to cut away the cancer with its fibres ? 

For wily minds with sinuous ease escape from lie to lie ; 

And cowards driven from the trench steal back to hide again. 

Vain were the battle, if a warrior, hax-ing alain his foes, 

Shall turn and find them vital still, unharmed, yea unashamed : 

For Error, dark magician, daily cast out killed, 

Quickeneth animate anew beneatli the midnight moon : 

Once and again, once and again, hath reason answered wisely ; 

But not the less with brazen front doth folly urge her questions. 

It were but unprofitable toil, a stand-up fight v/itli unbelief: 

W^hen was there candour in a caviller, and who can satisfy the faithless ? 

Too long, O truant from the fold, have I tracked thy devious paths : 

Too long, treacherous deserter, fought thee as a noble foeman : 

Haply, my small ait. and an arm too weakly for its weapon. 

Hath failed to pierce thine iron coat, and reach thy stricken soul : 

Haply, the fervour of my speech, and too patient sifting of thy fancies, 

JShall tend to make thee prize them more, as Vv'orthier and wiser : 

Go to : be mine the gain : we measure swords no more : 

Go, — and a word go with thee, — Man, thou art LnaiorUU ! 

Child of light, and student in the truth, too long have I forgotten thee : 
Lo, after parley with an alien, let me hold sweet converse with a brother. 
Glorious hopes, and ineifable imaginings, crowd our holy theme. 
Fear hath been slaughtered on the portal, and Doubt driven back to 

darkness : 
For Christ hath died, and we in Him ; by faith His all is ours, — 
Cross and crown, and love, and life ; and we shall reign in Him ! 
Yea, there is a fitness and a beauty in ascribing immortality to mind, 
That its energies and lofty aspirations may have scope for indefinite ex- 
pansion. 
To learn all things is privilege of reason, and that with a gTowmg 

capability, 
But in tliis age of toil and time we scarce attain to alphabets : 
How hardly in the midst of our hurry, and jostled by the cares of life, 
Shall a man turn and stop to consider mighty secrets ; 
With barely hours, and barely powers, to fill up daily duties, 
How small the glimpse of knov/ledge his wondering eye can catch. 
And knowledge is a noting of the order v.-herein God's attributes evolve, 
Therefore worthy of the creature, worthy of an angel's seeking ; 



OF IMMOriTALIlY. 211 

Yea, and human knowledge, ineagvo though the harvest, 

Hath its roots, both deep and strong ; but the plants are exotic to the cUmate ; 

All we seem to know demand a longer learning, 

History, and science, and propliecy, and art, are workings all of God : 

And there are galaxies of globes, milhons of unimagined beings, 

Other senses, wondrous sounds, and thoughts of thrilhng fire, 

Powers of strange might, quickening unknow^n elements, 

And attributes and energies of God, which man may never guess. 

Not in vain, O brother, hath soul the spurs of enterprise. 

Nor aimlessly pantetli for adventure, waiting at the cave of mystery : 

Noi in vain the cup of curiosity, sweet and richly spiced, 

Is ruby to the sight, and ambrosia to the taste, and redolent with all 

fragrance : 
Thou shalt drink, and deeply, filling the mind witli marvels : 
Thou shalt watch no more, lingering, disappointed of thy hope : 
Thou shalt roam v/here road is none, a traveller untrammelled, 
Speeding at a \vish, emancipate, to where the stars are suns ! 

Count, count your hopes, heirs of imm.ortality and love ; 

And hear my kindred faith, and turn again to bless me. 

For lo. my trust is strong to dwell in many worlds, 

And cull of many brethren there, sweet knowledge ever new : 

I yearn for realms where fancy shall be filled, and the ecstasies of freedom 

shall bo felt, 
And the soul reign gloriously, risen to its royal destinies : 
I look to recognize again, through the beautiful mask of their perfection, 
The dear farniiiar faces I have somewhile loved on earth : 
I long to talk with grateful tongue of storms and perils past, 
And praise fao miglity Pilot that hath steered us through the rapids : 
He shall be the focus of it all, the very heart of gladness, — 
My soul is athirst for God, the God who dwelt in Man ! 
Prophet, priest, and king, the sacrifice, the su])stitute, the Saviour, 
Rapture of tlie blessed in the hunted one of earth, the pardoner in the 

victim : 
How many centuries of joy concentrate in that theme ; 
How often a Methuselah might count his tliousand years, and leave it 

unexhausted. 
And lo, the heavenly Jerusalem, with all its gates one pearl, 



212 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

That pearl of countless price, the door by which we entered, — 

Come, tread the go!den streets, and join that glorious throng, 

The happy ones of heaven and earth, ton thousand times ten thousand : 

Hark, they sing that song, — and cast their crowns before Him ; 

Their souls alight with Love, — Glory, and Praise, and Immortahty ! 

Veil thine eyes : no son of time may see that holy vision. 

And even the seraph at thy side hath covered his face with wings. 

Doth he not speak parables ? — each one goeth on his way : 

Ye that hear, and I that counsel, go on our ways forgetful. 

For the terrible realities whereto we tend, are hidden from our eyes, — 

We know but heed them not, and walk as if the temporal were all things. 

Vanities buzzing on the ear, fill its drowsy chambers. 

Slow to dread those coming fears, the thunder and the trumpet ; 

Motes streaming on the sight, dim our purblind eyes. 

Dark to sec the ponderous orb of Rearing Immortality : 

Hemmed in by hostile foes, t!ie trifler is busied on an epigram ; ("; 

The dull ox, driven to slaughter, careth but for pasture by the way. 

Alas, that the precious things of truth, and the everlasting hills, 

The mighty hopes we spake of, and the consciousness we feel, — 

Alas, that ail the future, and its adamantine facts, 

Cloudud by the present with intoxicating fumes, — 

Should seem even to us, the great expectant heirs. 

To us, the responsible and free, fearful sons of reason, 

Only as a lovely song, sweet sounds of solemn music, 

A pleasant voice, and nothing more, — doth he not speak parables ? 

Look to thy soul, O man, for none can be surety for his brother : 
Behold, for heaven — or for hell,— thou canst not escape from Immortality ! 



OF IDEAS. 

Mind is like a volatile essence, flitting hither and thither, 

A solitary sentinel of the fortress body, to show himself every where bj 

turns : 
Mind is indivisible and instant, with neither parts nor organs, 



OF IDEAS. Si3 

That it doeth, it doth quickly, but the whole mind doth it : 
An active, versatile agent, untiring in the principle of energy, 
Nor space, nor time, nor rest, nor toil, can affect the tenant of the brain ; 
His dwelling may verily be shattered, and the furniture thereof be dis- 
arranged. 
But the particle of Deity in man slumbereth not, neither can be wearied : 
However swift to change, even as the field of a kaleidoscope. 
It taketh in but one idea at once, moulded for the moment to its likeness. 
]\Iind is as the quicksilver, which, poured from vessel to vessel, 
Instantly seizeth on a shape, and as instantly again discardeth it ; 
For it is an apprehensive power, closing on the properties of Matter, 
Expanding to enwrap a world, collapsing to prison up an atom : 
As, by night, thine irritable eyes may have seen strange changing figures, 
Now a wheel, now suddenly a point, a line, a curve, a zigzag, 
A maze ever altering, as the dance of gnats upon a sunbeam, 
ISwift, intricate, neither to be prophesied, nor to be remembered in suc- 
cession. 
So, the mind of a man, single, and perpetually moving. 
Flickering about from thought to thought, changed with each idea, 
For the passing second metamorphosed to the image of that within its ken, 
And throwing its im.mediate perceptions into each cause of contemplation. 
It shall regard a tree ; and unconsciously, in separate review. 
Embrace its colour, shape, and use, whole and individual conceptions ; 
It shall read or hear of crime, and cast itself into the commission ; 
It shall note a generous deed, and glow for a moment as the doer ; 
it shall imagine pride or pleasure, treading on the edges of temptation ; 
Or heed of God and of his Christ, and grow transformed to glory. 

Wherefore, it is wise and well to guide the mind aright. 

That its aptness may be sensitive to good, and shrink with antipathy from 

evil : 
For use will mould and mark it, or non-usage dull and blunt it ; — 
So to talk of spirit by analogy with substance ; 
And analogy is a truer guide, than many teachers tell of: 
Similitudes are scattered round, to help us, not to hurt us ; 
Moses, in his every type, and the Greater than a Moses, in his parables, 
Preach in terms that all may learn, the philosophic lessons of analogy ; 
And here, in a topic immaterial, the likeness of analogy is just ; 
By habits, knit the nerves of mind, and train the gladiator shrewdly : 



214 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

For thought shall strengthen thinking, and imagery speed imagination, 
Until thy spiritual inmate shall have swelled to the giant of Otranto. 

Nevertheless, heed well, that this Athlete, growing in thy brain, 

Be a wholesome Genius, not a cursed Afrite : 

And see tliou discipline his strength, and point his aim discreetly ; 

Feed him on humility and holy tilings, weaned from covetous desires ; 

Hour by hour, and day by day, ply him with ideas of excellence. 

Dragging forth the evil but to loathe, as a Spartan's drunken Helot : 

And win, by gradual allurements, the still expanding soul, 

To rise from a contemplated universe, even to the Hand that made it. 

A common mind perceiveth not beyond his eyes and ears : 

The paUngs of the park of sense enthral this captured roebuck : 

And still, though fettered in the flesh, he doth not feel his chains, 

Externals are the world to him, and circumst.ance his atmosphere. 

Therefore, tangible pleasures are enough for the animal-man ; 

He is swift to speak and slow to think, dreading his own dim conscience ; 

And solitude is terrible, and exile worse than death, 

He cannot dwell apart, nor breathe at a distance from the crowd ; 

But minds of nobler stamp, and chiefest the mint-marked of heaven. 

Walk independent by themselves, freely manumitted of externals : 

They carry viands with them, and need no refreshment by the way, 

T'Jor drink of other wells than their own inner fountain. 

Strange shall it seem how little such a man will lean upon the accidents 

' of life, 
He is winged, and needeth not a staff; if it break, — he shall not fall. 
And lightly perchance doth he remember the stale trivialities around him, 
He liveth in the realm of thought, beyond the world of things : 
These are but transient Matter, and himself enduring Spirit : 
And worldliness will laugh to scorn that sublimated wisdom. 
His eyes may open on a prison-cell, but the bare walls glow with imagery ; 
His ears may be filled with execration, but are listening to tlie music of 

sweet thoughts ; 
He may dwell in a hovel with a hero's heart, and canopy his penury with 

peace, 
For mind is a kingdom to tlie man, who gathereth his pleasure from Ideaa. 



OF NAMES. 215 



OF NAMES. 

Adam gave the name, when the Lord had made his creature, 

For Go i led them in review, to see what man would call them : 

As they struck his senses, ho proclaimed their sounds, 

A name for the distinguishing Ox^ each, a numeral by wliich it should be 
known : 

He specified the partridge by her cry, and the forest prowler by his 
roaring, 

The tree by its use, and the flower by its beauty, and every thing accord- 
ing to its truth. 

There is an arbitrary name, whereunto the idea attacheth ; 

And there is a reasonable name, linking its fitness to idea : 

Yet shall these twain run in parallel courses, 

Neith-rr sha't thou readily discern the habit from the nature. 

For mind is apt and quick to wed ideas and names together. 

Nor ^toppeth its perception to be curious of priorities ; 

And there is but little in the sound, as some have vainly fancied. 

The same tone in diflTerent tongues shall be suitable to opposite ideas ; 

Yea, take an ensample in thine own ; consider similar words : 

How various and contrary the thoughts those kindred names produce : 

A house shall seem a fitting word to call a roomy dwelling, 

Yet there is a like propriety in the small Smooth sound, a mouse : 

Mountain, as if of a necessity, is a word both mighty and majestic, — 

What heed ye then of fountain ? — flowing silver in the sun. 

Many a fair flower is burdened Vvith preposterous appellatives, 

Which the wiser simplicity of rustics entitled by its beauties : 

And often the conceit of science, loving to bo thouglit cosmopolite, 

Shall m_ingle names of every clime, alike obscure to each. 

There is wisdom in calling a thing fitly ; name should note particulars 

Through a character obvious to all men, and worthy of their instant 

acceptation. 
The herbalist had a simple cause for every v*'ord upon his catalogiie. 
But now the mouth of Botany is filled with empty sound : 
And many a peasant hath an answer on his tongue, concerning some vexed 

flower, 
Shrewder than tlie centipede phrase wherewithal philosophers invest it. 



216 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

For that, the foohshness of pride, and flatteries of cringing homage, 
Strew with chaff the thresliing-floors of science ; names perplex them all t 
The entomologist, who hath pried upon an insect, straightway shall endow 

it with his name ; 
It had many qualities and marks of note, — but in chief, a vain observer : 
The geographer shall journey to the pole, through biting frost and de- 
solation, 
And, for some simple patron's sake, shall name that land, the happy : 
The fossilist hath found a bone, the rib of some huge lizard, 
And forthwith standoth to it sponsor, to tack himself on reptne nnmor- 

talities : 
The sportsman, hunting at the Cape, found some strange-horned antelope, 
The spots are new, the fame is cheap, and so his name is added. 
Thus, obscurities encumber knowledge, even by the vanity of men, 
Who play into each other's hand the game of giving names. 

Various are the names of men, and drawn from different v/ells ; 
Aspects of body, or characters of mind, the creature's first idea : 
And some have sprung of trades, and some of dignities or office ; 
Other some added to a father's, and yet more growing from a place : 
Animal creation, with sciences and things, — their composites, and near 

associations. 
Contributed their symbolings of old, wherewith to title men : 
And heraldr}'^ set upon its cresture th^ figured attributes as ensigns 
By which, as by ?, n?.me concrete, its bearer should be known. 

Egypt opened on the theme, dre-sing up her gods in qualities ; 
Horns of pov/er, feathers of the swift, mitres of catholic dominion, 
The sovereign asps, the circle everlasting, the crook and thong of justice. 
By many mystic shapes and sounds displayed the idol's name. 
Thereafter, high-plumed warriors, the chieftains of Etruria and Troy, 
And Xerxes, urging on his millions to tlie tomb of pride, Thermopylag, 
And Hiero with his bounding ships all figured at the prow. 
And Rome's Praetorian standards, piled with strange devices. 
And stout crusaders pressing to the battle, locked in shining steel, — 
These all in their speaking symbols, earned, or wore, a name. 
Eve, the mother of all living, and Abraham, father of a multitude, 
Jacob, the supplanter, and David the beloved, and all the worthies of old 
time, 



OF NAMES. 217 

m 

Noah, who came for consolation, and Benoni, son of sorrow. 
Kings and prophets, children of the East, owned each his title of ^^gnifi- 
cance. 

There be names of high descent, and thereby storied honours ; 

Names of fair renown, and therein characters of merit : 

But to lend the lowborn noble names, is to shed upon them ridicule and evil ; 

Yea, many weeds run rank in pride, if men have dubbed them cedars. 

And to herald common mediocrity with the noisy notes of fame, 

Tf^ideth to its deeper scorn ; as if it were to call the mole a mammoth. 

Yet shall ye find the trader's babe dignified with sounding titles, 

And little hath the father guessed the harm he did his child : 

For either may they breed him discontent, a peevish repining at his sta* 

tion. 
Or point the finger of denpite at the mule in the trappings of an elephant : 
And it is a kind of theft to filch appellations from the famous, 
A soiling of the shrines of praise with folly's vulgar herd. 
Prudence hath often gone ashamed for the name they added to his father's, 
If minds of mark and great achievements bore it well before ; 
For he walketh as the jay in the fable, though not by his own folly, 
Another's fault hatli compassed his misfortune, making him a martyr to 

his name. 

Who would call the tench a whale, or style a torch, Orion ? 
Yet many a silly parent hath dealt likewise with his nursling. 
Give thy child a fit distinguishment. making him sole tenant of a name, 
For it were a sore hindrance to hold it in common with a hundred ; 
In the Babel of confused identities fame is little feasible, 
The felon shall detract from the philanthropist, and the sage share hon- 
ours with the simple : 
Still, in thy title of distinguishment, fall not into arrogant assumption, 
Steering from caprice and affectations ; and for all thou doest, have a rea- 
son. 
He that is ambitious for his son, should give hhn untried names. 
For those that have served other men, haply m.ay injure by their evils ; 
Or otherwise may hinder by their glories ; therefore set him by himself. 
To win for his individual name some clear specific praise. 
There were nine Homers, all goodly sons of song ; but where is any 
record of the eight ? 



218 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Olio grew to fame, an Aaron's rod, and swallowed up his brethren : ('") 
Who knoweth ? more disthictly titled, those dead eight had lived ; 
But the censers were ranged in a circle, to mingle their sweets without a 
ditference. 

Alt thou named of a common crowd, and sensible of high aspirings ? 

It is hard for thee to rise, — yet strive : thou mayst be among them a 

Musaeus. 
Art thou named of a family, the same in successive generations ? 
It is open to thee still to earn for epithets, such an one, the good or great. 
Art thou named foolislily ? show that thou art wiser than thy fathers, 
Live to shame their vanity or sin by dutiful devotion to thy sphere. ^ 
Art thou named discreetly ? it is well, the course is free ; 
No competitor shall claim thy colours, neither fix his faults upon thee : 
Hasten to the goal of fame between the posts of duty, 
And win a blessing from the world, that men may love thy name; 
Yea, that the unction of its praise, in fragrance well deserving. 
May float adovvn the stream of time, like ambergris at sea ; 
So tiiy sons may tell their sons, and those may teach their children, 
He died in goodness, as he lived ; — and h'ft us his good name. 
And more than these : there is a roll whereon thy name is written ; 
See that, on the Book of Doom, that name is fixed in light : 
Then, safe within a better home, where time and its titles are not found, 
God will give thee his new Name, and write it on thy heart : 
A Name, better than of sons, a Name dearer than of daughters, 
A Name of union, peace, and praise, as numbered in thy God. 



OF THINGS. 

Abstracted from all substxince, and flying with the feathered flock of 

thoughts, 
The idea of a thing hath the nature of its Soul, a separate seeming es- 
sence : 
Intimately linked to the idea, suggesting many qualities. 
The name of a thing hath the nature of its Mind, an intellectual recorder: 
And the matter of a thing, concrete, is a Body to the perfect creature, 



OF THINGS. 21D 

Compacted three in one, as all thinj/s else within the Universe. 

Nothing canst thou add to tliem, and nothing take away, for all have 

these proportion?, 
Tl:e thought, the wcrd, the form, combining in the Thing ; 
All separate, yet harmonizing well, and mingled each with other, 
One whole in several parts, yet each part spreading to a whole : 
The idea is a whole, and the meaning phrase that spake idea, a whole, 
And the matter, as ye see it, is a whole ; the mystery of true tri-unity : 
Yea, there is even a deeper mystery, — which none, I wot, can fathom, 
Matter, diffirent from properties whereby the solid substance is dascribed. 
For, size and weight, cohesion and the like, live distinct from matter, 
Yet who can image matter, unendovv^ed with size and weight ? 
As in the spiritual, so in the material, man must rest with patience, 
And wait for other eyes wherewith to read the books of God. 

Men have talked learnedly of atom3, as if matter could be ever indivisible. 
They talk, but ill are skilled to teach, and darken truth by fancies : 
An atom by our grosser sense was never yet conceived, 
And nothing can be thought so small, as not to be divided : 
For an atom runneth to infinity, and never shall be caught in space, 
And a molecule is no more indivisible tlian Saturn's belted orb. 
Things intangible, multiplied by multitudes, never will amass to substance, 
Neither can a thing which may be touched, be made of impalpable pro- 
portions ; 
The sum of indivisibles must needs be indivisible, as adding many nothings. 
And the building up of atoms into matter is but a silly sophism ; 
Lficretius and keen Anaximander, and many that have followed in thejir 

thoughts, 
(For error hath a long black shadow, dimming light for ages,) 
In the foolishne-s of men without a God fancied to fashion Matter 
Of intangibles, and therefore uncohering, indivisibles and therefore Spirit, 

Things breed thoughts ; therefore at Thebes and Heliopolis, 
In hieroglyphic sculptures are the priestly secrets written ; 
Things breed thoughts ; therefore was the Athens of Idolatry 
Sot with carved images, frequent as the trees of Academus ; 
Tilings breed thoughts ; therefore the Brahmin and the Burman 
With mythologic shapes adorn their coarse pantheon ; 
Tilings breed thoughts ; therefore the statue and the picture. 



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220 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Relics, rosaries, tond miracles in act, quicken the Papist in his worship : 
Things breed thoughts ; therefore the lovers at their parting, 
Interchanged with tearful smiles the dear reminding tokens ; 
Things breed thoughts ; therefore, when the clansman met his foe, 
The blo3d-stained claymore in his hand revived the memories of vengeance. 

Things teach Vv^Ith double force ; through the animal eye, and through 

the mind, 
And the eye catcheth in an instant, what the ear shall not learn within an 

hour. 
Thence is the potency of travel, the precious might of its advantages 
To compensate its dissipative harm, its toil and cost and danger. 
Ulysses, wandering to many shores, Uved in many cities, 
And thereby learnt the minds of men, and stored his own more richly : 
Herodotus, the accurate and kindly, spake of that he saw, 
And reaped bis knowledge on the spot, in fertile fields of Egypt: 
Lycurgus culled from every clime the golden fruits of justice ; 
And Plato roamed through foreign lands, to feed on truth in all. 
For travel, conversant with Things, bringeth them in contact with the mind ; 
We breathe the wholesome atmosphere about ungarbled truth : 
Pictures of fiict are painted on the eye, to decorate the house of intellect, 
Rather than visions of fancy, filling all the chambers with a vapour. 
For, in ideas, the great mind will exaggerate, and the lesser extenuate truth : 
But in Things the one is chastened, and the other quickened, to equality: 
And in Names, — though a property be told, rather than an arbitrary 

accident, 
Still shall the thought be vague or false, if none hath seen the Thing ; 
For in Things the property with accident standeth in a mass concrete, 
These cannot cheat the sense, nor elude the vigilance of spirit. 
Travel is a ceaseless fount of surface education, 

But its wisdom will be simply superficial, if thou add not thoughts to things : 
Yet, aided by the varnish of society, things may serve for thoughts, 
Till many dullards that have seen the world shall pass for scholars : 
Because one single glance Vv'ill conquer all descriptions. 
Though graphic, these left some unsaid, though true, these tended to some 

error, 
And the most witless eye that saw, had a juster notion of its object, 
Than the shrewdest mind that hos^rd and shaped its gathered thoughts of 

Things. 



OF FAITH. 221 



OF FAITH. 

Confidence was beax-er of the palm ; for it looked like conviction of desert: 

And v/here the strong is well assured, the weaker soon allow it. 

Ivlajesty and beauty are commingled, in moving with immutable decision, 

And well may charm the coward hearts that turn and hide for fear. 

Faith, firmness, confidence, consistency, — these are well allied ; 

Yea, let a man press on in aught, he shall not lack of honour : 

For such an one seemeth as superior to the native instability of creatures : 

That he doeth, he doeth as a god, and men will marvel at his courage. 

Even in crimes a partial praise cannot be denied to daring. 

And many fearless chiefs have won the friendship of a foe. 

Confidence is conqueror of men ; victorious both over them and in them ; 
The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail : 
A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle, 
And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled : 
The tenderest child, unconscious of a fear, v/ill shame the man to danger, 
And when he dared it, danger died, and faith had vanquished fear. 
Boldness is akin to power : yea, because ignorance is weakness, 
Knowledge with unshrinking might will nerve the vigorous hand : 
Boldness hath a startling strength ; the mouse may fright a lion, 
And oftentimes the horned herd is scared by some brave cur. 
Courage hath analogy with faith, for it standeth both in animal and moral; 
The true is mindful of a God, the false is stout in self: 
But true or false, the twain are faith : and faith worketh vvonders : 
Never was a marvel done upon the earth, but it had sprung of faith : 
Nothing noble, generous, or great, but faith was the root of the achieve- 
ment ; 
Nothing comely, nothing famous, but its praise is faith. 
Leonidas fought in human faith, as Joshua in divine : 
Xenophon trusted to his skill, and the sons of Mattathias to their cause : (^') 
In faith Columbus found a path across those untried waters : 
The heroines of Arc and Saragossa fought in earthly faith : 
Tell was strong, and Alfred great, and Luther wise, by faith ; 
Margaret by faith was valiant (or her son, and Wallace might)'' for his 
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222 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Faith in his reason made Socrates sublime, as faith in his science, Galileo : 
Ambassadors in faith are bold, and unreproved for boldness : 
Faith urged Fabius to delays, and sent forth Hannibal to Cannas : 
Caesar at the Rubicon, Miltiades at Marathon : both were sped by faith. 
I set not all in equal spheres : I number not the martyr witli the patriot ; 
I class not the hero with his hoiso, becauhse the twain have courage : 
But only for ensample and instruction, that all things stand by faith ; 
Albeit faitli of divers kind?, and varying in degrees. 
There is faith towards men, and there is faith towards God ; 
The latter is the gold, and the former is the brass ; but both are sturdy 

metal : 
And the brass mingled v»ith the gold floweth into rich Corinthian ; 
A substance bright and hard and keen, to point Achilles' spear : 
So shalt thou stop the way against the foes that hem thee ; 
Trust in God, to strengthen man ; — bs bold, for He doth help. 

Yet more : for confidence in man, even to the worst a.nd meanest, 

Hath power to overcome his ill, by charitable good. 

Fling thine unresen'in^ trust, even on the conscience of a culprit, 

Soon wilt thou shame him by thy faith, and he will melt and mend : 

The nest of thieves will harm thee not, if thou dost bear thee boldly : 

Boldly, yea and kindly, as relying on their honour : 

For the hand so stout against agression, is quite disarmed by charity ; 

And that warm sun will thaw the heart case-hardened by long frost. 

Treat men gently, trust them strongly, if thou wish their weal ; 

Or cautious doubts and bitter thoughts will tempt the best to foil thee ; 

Believe the well in sanguine hope, and thou shalt reap the better ; 

But if thou deal with men so ill, thy dealings make them worse. 

Despair not of some gleams of good still lingering in the darkest. 

And among veterans in crime, plead thou as with their children : 

So astonied at humanities, the bad heart long estranged, 

Shall even weep to feel himself so little worth thy love ; 

In wholesome sorrow will he bless thee ; yea, and in that spirit may 

repent ; 
Thus, wilt thou gain a soul, in mercy given to thy faith. 

Look aside to lack of faith, the mass of ills it bringeth ; 
All things treacherous, base, and vile, dissolving the brotherhood of men. 
Bonds break ; the cement hath lost its hold, and each is separate from 
other ; 



OF FAITH. 223 

That which shouli be neighbourly and good, is cankered into bitterness 

and evil. 
O thou serpent, fell Suspicion, coiling coldly round the heart, — 
O thou asp of subtle Jealousy, slinging hotly to the soul, — 
O distrust, reserve, and doubt, — what reptile siiapes are here, 
Poisoning the garden of a world with death among its flowers ! 
No need of many word.s, the tale is easy to be told : 
A point will touch the truth, a line suggest the | icture. 
For if, in thine own home, a cautious man and captious, 
Thou hintest at suspicion of a servant, thou soon wilt make a thief; 
Or if, too keen in care, thou dost evidently disbelieve thy child, 
Thou hast injured the texture of his honour, and smoothed to him the 

way of lying : 
Or if thou ob ervest upon friends, as seeking thee selfislily for interest, 
Thou hast hurt their kindliness to thee, and shalt be paid with scorn : 
Or if, O silly ones of marriage, your foul and foolish thoughts, 
Hashly misinterpreting in each the levity of innocence for sin, 
Shall pour upon the lap of home pain where once was pleasure, 
And mix contentions in the cup, that mantled once with comforts, 
Bitterly and justly shall ye rue the punishment due to unbelief; 
Ye trust not each the other, nor the mutual vows of God ; 
Take heed, for the pit may now be near, a pit of your own digging, — 
Faith abused tempteth unto crime, and doubt may make its monster. 

Man verily is vile, but more in capability than action ; 

His sinfulness is deep, but his transgressions may be few, even from tho 

absence of temptation : 
He is hanging in a gulf midway, but the air is breathable about him : 
Thrust him not from that slight hold, to perish in the vapours underneath, 
For, God pleadeth with tho deaf, as having ears to hear, 
Christ speaketh to the dead, as those that are capable of living ; 
And an evil teacher is that man, a tempter to much sin. 
Who looketh on his hearers with distrust, and hath no confidence in 

brethren. 
All may mend ; and sympathies are healing ; and reason hath its influence 

with the vv'orst ; 
And in those worst is ample hope, if only thou have charity, and faith. 

Somewhiles have I watched a man exchanging tlic sobriety of faith, 



224 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Old lamps for new, — even for fanatical excitements. 

He gained surface, but lost solidity ; heat, in lieu of health ; 

And still with swelling words and thoughts he scorned his ancient coldness : 

But his strength was shorn as Samson's ; he walked he knew not whitlier ; 

Doubt was on his daily patli ; and duties showed not certain. 

Until, in an hour of enthusiasm, stung with secret fears. 

He pinned the safety of his soul on some false prophet's sleeve. 

And then, that sure word failed ; and with it failed his faith ; 

It failed, and fell ; O deep and dreadful v^'as his fall in faith. 

He could not stop, with reason's rein, his coursers on the slope, 

And so they dashed him down the clift' of hardened unbelief. 

With overreaching grasp he had strained for visionary treasures, 

Bi^.t a fiend had cheated his presumption, and hurled him to despair ; 

So he lay in his blood, the victim of a credulous false faith, 

And many nights, and night-like days, ho dwelt in outer darkness, 

But, within a while, his variable mind caught a new impression, 

A nev/ impression of the good old stamp, that sealed him when a child : 

He was softened, and abjured his infidelity ; he was wiser, and despised 

his credulity ; 
And turned again to simple faith more simply than before. 
Experience had declared too well his mind was built of water, 
And so renouncing strength in self, he fixed his faith in God. 

It is not for me to stipulate for creeds ; Bible, Church, and Reason, 

These three shall lead the mind, if any can, to truth. 

But I must stipulate for faith ; both God and man demand it : 

Trust is great in either world, if any would be well. 

Verily, the skeptical propensity is an universal foe ; 

Sneering Pyrrlio never found, nor cared to find, a friend : 

How could he trust another ? and himself, v.'hom would ho not deceive ? 

His proper gains were all his aim, and interests clash with kindness. 

So, the Bedouin goeth armed, an enemy to all, 

IMie spear is stuck beside his couch, the dagger hid beneath his pillow. 

For society, void of mutual trust, of credit, and of faith. 

Would fall asunder as a waterspout, snapped from the cloud's attraction. 

Faith may rise into miracles of might, as some few wise have shown : 
Faith may sink into credulities of weakness, as the mass of fools have 
witnessed, 



OF FAITH. 225 

Therefore, in the first, saints and martyrs Iiave fulfilled their mission, 

Conquering dangers, courting deaths, and triumphing in all. 

Therefore, in tlie last, the magician and the witch, victims of their own 

delusion, 
Have gained the bitter wages of impracticable sins. 
They believed in allegiance with Satan ; they worked in that belief, 
And thereby earned the loss and harm of guilt that might not Ix^, 
For, fiiith hath two hands ; with the one it addeth virtue to indifterents ; 
Yea, it sanctified a Judith and a Jael, for what otherwise were treachery 

and murder : 
With the other hand it heapeth crime even on impossibles or simples, 
And many a wizard well deserved tiie foggot for his fiiiUi : 
He trusted in his intercourse with evil, he sacrificed heartily to fiends, 
He withered up with curses to the limit of his will, and was vile, because 

ho thought himself a villain. 

A gi-eat mind is ready to believe, for he hungereth to feed on facts, 

And the gnawing stomach of his igiiorance craveth unceasing to be filled : 

A little mind is boastful and incredulous, for ho fancieth all knowledge is 

his own, 
So will he cavil at a truth ; how should it be true, and he not know it ?— 
There is an easy scheme, to solve all riddles by the sensual, 
And thus, despising mysteries, to feel the more sufficient : 
For it comforteth the foul hard heart, to reject the pure unseen, 
And relieveth the dull soft head, to hinder one from gazing upon vacancy. 
True wisdom, labouring to expound, heareth others readily ; 
False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind to argument. 
The sum of certainties is found so small, their field so wide an universe, 
That many things may truly be, which man hath not conceived : 
The characters revealed of God arc a strong mind's solo assurance 
That any strangeness may not stand a sober theme for faith. 
Ignorance being light denied, this ought to show tlie stronger in its view, 
But ignorance is commonly a double negative, both of light and morals : 
So, adding vanity to blindness, for ease it taketli refuge in a doubt, 
And aching soon with ceaseless doubt, it finisheth the strife by misbe- 

Heving. 

Faith, by its very nature, shall embrace both credence and obedience : 
Yea, the word for both is one, and cannot bo divided. (^'^) 

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226 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

For, work void of faith, wherein can it be counted for a duty ? 

And fliitli not seen in work, — whereby can the doctrine be discovered ? 

Faith in religion is an instrument ; a handle, and the hand to turn it ; 

Lees a condition than a mean, and more an operation than a virtue. 

A moral sickness, like to sin, must have a moral cure ; 

And faith alone can heal the mind, whose malady is sense. 

Ye are told of God's deep love ; they that believe will love him ; 

They that love him, will obey ; and obedience hath its blessing. 

Ye are taught of the soul's great price : they that believe will prize it, 

And, prizing soul, will cherish well the hopes that make it happy. 

Eflects spring from feelings : and feelings grow of faith : 

If a man conceive himself insulted, will not his anger s nite ? 

Thus, let a soul believe his state, his danger, destiny, redemption, 

Will he not feel eager to be safe, like him that kept the prison at Philippi ? 

A mother had an only son, and sent him out to sea : 

Khe was a widow, and in penury ; and he must seek his fortunes. 

How cften in the wintry nights, when waves and winds were howling, 

Iler heart was torn with sickening dread, and bled to see her boy. 

And on one sunny morn, when all around was comfort, 

News came that, weeks agone, the vessel had been wrecked ; 

Yea, wrecked, and he was dead ! they had seen him perish in his agony : 

Oh then, what agony was like to hers, — for she be]i3vcd the tale ? 

She was bowed and broken dov,^n with sorrow, and uncomforted in prayer ; 

Many nights she mourned, and pined, and had no hope but death. 

But en a day, v/hile sorely she was weeping, a stranger broke upon her 

loneliness, — 
Ho had news to tell, that weather-beaten man, jmd must not be denied : 
And what were the wonder-working words that made this mourner joyous, 
That swept her heaviness away, and filled her wo^ld with praise ? ' 
Her son was saved, — is alive, — is near ! — O did she stop to question ? 
No, rushing in the foroe of faith, she met him at the door ! 



OF HONESTY. 

All is vanity which is not honesty ; — thus is i.t graven on the tomb ; 
And there is no wisdom but in piety ; — sq the dead roan preacheth : 



OF HONESTY. 227 

For, in a simple nllago clmrch, among thase classic shades 

Which sylvan Evelyn loved to rear, (his praise and my delight,) 

These, the worls of trnth, arc writ up^on his s";pulchrj 

Who i.\!r!it much lore, an:! kn3w all tro3s from the cedar to the hyssop 

on iln wall. 
A just coniiui:Viion, <Tod;i!ie?s and honesty, ministering to both world.--, 
Well wed, and ill to be divided, a pair that God hath joined together. 
I touch not now the vulgar thought, as of tricks and cheateries in trade ; 
I sp.eak of hone-t purpose, character, speech and action : 
For an b-onest man hath special need of charity, and prudence, 
Gf a de^p and humbling self-acquaintance, and of blcescd commerce with 

his God, 
So that the keennesses of truth may be freed from asperities of censure, 
And the just but vacillating mind l)e not made the pendulum of arguments : 
For a false reason, shrewdly put, can often not be answered on the instant, 
And prudence looketh imto faith, content to wait solutions : 
Yea, it looketh, yea, it waiteth, still holding honesty in leash, 
Lest, as a hot yoang hound, it track not game, but vermin. 
Many a man of honest heart, but ignorant of self and God, 
Hath followed the marsh-fires of pestilence, esteeming them the lights of 

truth ; 
He heard a cause, which he had not skill to solve, — and so received it 

gladly, 
And that cause brought its consequence of harm to an unstable soul. 
Prudence for a man's own sake, never should be separate from honesty 
And charity, for other's good and his, must still be joined therewith : 
For the harshly chiding tongue hath neither pleasuring nor profit, 
And the cold unsympathizing heart never gained a good. 
Sin is a sore, and folly is a fever ; touch them tenderly for healing ; 
The bad chirurgeon's awkward knife harmeth spite of honesty. 
Still, a rough diamond is better than the polished paste, — 
That courteous, flattering fool, who spake of vice as virtue : 
And honesty, eyen by itself, though making many adversaries, 
Whom prudence might have set aside, or charity have softened, 
Evermore will prosper at. the last, and gain a man great honour 
By giving others many goods, to his own cost and hindrance. 

Freedom is father of the honest, and sturdy Independence is his brother : 
These three, with heart and hand, dwell togetiier in unity. 



228 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

The blunt yeoman, stout and true, will speak unto princes unabashed : 

His mind is loyal, just and free, a crystal in its plain integrity ; 

What should make such an one ashamed ? where courtiers kneel, he 

standeth ; — 
I will indeed bow before the king-, but knees were knit for God. 
And many such there be, of a high and noble conscience. 
Honourable, generous, and kind, though blessed with little light : 
What should he barter for his freedom ? some petty gain of gold ? 
Free of speech, and free in act, magnates honour him for boldness : 
Long may he flourish in his peace, and a stalwart race around him. 
Rooted in the soil like oaks, and hardy as the pine upon the mountains ! 

Yet, there be others, tlmt will truckle to a lie, selling honesty for interest : 

And do they gain ? — they gain but loss ; a little cash, with scorn. 

Behold, the sorrowful change wrought upon a fallen nature : 

He hath lost his own esteem, and other men's respect ; 

For the buoyancy of upright faith, he is clothed in the heaviness of 

cringing ; 
For plain trutli where none could err, he hath chosen tortuous paths ; 
In lieu of his majesty of countenance — ^tlie timorous glances of servility : 
Instead of Freedom's honest pride, — the spirit of a slave. 

Nevertheless, there is somewhat to be pleaded, even for a necessary guile, 

Whilst the world, and all that is therein, lieth deep in evil. 

Who can be altogether honest, — a chtunpion never out of mail, 

Ready, to break a lance for truth with every crowding error ? 

Who can be altogether honest, — dragging out the secrecies of life, 

And risking to be lashed and loathed for each unkind disclosure ? 

Who can be altogether honest, — living in perpetual contentions, 

And prying out the petty cheats that swell the social scheme ? 

For he must speak his instant mind, — a mind corrupt and sinful, 

Exhibiting to other men's disgust its undisguised deformities ; 

He must utter all the hatred of his heart, and add to it the venom of his 

tongue ; 
Shall he feel, and hide liis . feelings ? that were the meanness of a hypo- 
crite. — ' . 
Still, O man, such hypcscrisy is better than this b6ld honesty to sin : 
Kill the feeling, or coEceal it : let shame at least do the work of charity. 
O charity, thou livest mot in vv^arnings, meddling among men, 



OF HONESTY. 229 

Rebuking every foolish word, and censuring- smtill sins ; 
This is not thy secret, — rather wilt thou hide their multitude, 
And silence the condemning tongue, and wearisome exhortation, 
But for thee, thy strength and zeal shine in encouragement to good, 
Lifting up the lantern of ensample, that wanderers may find the way : 
Tliat lantern is not lit to gaze on all the hate fulness of evil. 
But set on high for life and liglit, the loveliness of good. 
The hard censorious mind sitteth as a keen anatomist, 
Tracking up the fibres in corruption, and prying on a fearful corpse : 
But the charitable soul is a young lover, enamoured little wisely. 
That saw no fault in her he loved, and souglit to see one less ; 
So, in his kind and genial light, she grew more worthy of his love ; 
Won to good by gentle suns, and not by frowning tempest. 

Verily, infirm thyself, — be slow to chide a brother's imperfections : 

For many times the decent veil must hang on faults of nature. 

And the rude hands, that rend it, offend against the modesty of right, 

While seeming zeal, and its effort to do good, is only feigned self-praise : 

Often will the meannesses of life, hidden away in corners, 

Prove wisdom ; and the generous is glad to leave them unregarded in the 

shade. 
The follies none are found to praise, let them die unblamed : 
Thine honest strife will only tend to make some think them wise : 
And small conventional deceits, let them live uncensured : 
Or if thou war with pigmies, tiiou shalt haply help the cranes. 
Wliere to be blind was safety, Ovid had been wise for winking: (*^) 
And when a tell-tale might do harm, be sure it is prudent to be dumb : 
That which is jast and fit is often found combating with honesty : 
In the cause of good, be wise ; and in a case indifferent, keep silence. 

Let honesty's unblushing face be shaded by the mantle of humility, 

So shall it shine a lamp of love, and not the torch of strife : 

Otherwise the lantern of Diogenes, presumptuously thrust before the 

face, 
If it never find an honest man, shall often make an angered. 
Let honesty be companied by charity of heart, lest it walk unwelcome, 
Or the moutliing censor of others and himself, soon shall sink to scorn. 
Let honecty be added unto innoconce of life : then a man may only be its 

martyr : 



230 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

But if openness of speech be found with secrecy of guilt, the martyr wil 
be S38n a male factor. 

There is a cunning scheme, to pnt on surface bluntness, 

And cover still deep water, with the clamorous ripples of a shallow. 

For a man, to gain his seltisli end-, will make a stalking-horse of honesty ; 

And hide his poaching limbs behind, that he may cheat the quicker. 

Such an one is loud and ostentatious, fall of oaths for argument, 

Boastful of honour and sincerity, and not to be put down by f icts : 

He is obstinate, and showeth it for firmness ; he is rude, displaying it for 

truth : 
And glorieth in doggedness of temper, as if it were uncompromising 

justice. 
Be aware of such a man ; his brawling covereth designs ; 
IMiis specious show of honesty cometh as the herald of a thief: 
His feint is made with awkward c'ashing on the buckler's boss, 
But meanwhile doth his secret skill ensure its fatal aim. 
This is the hypocrite of honesty ; ye may know him by an overacted 

part ; 
Taking pains to turn and twist, where other men walk straight ; 
Or walking straight, he will not step aside to let another pass, 
But roughly pueheth on, provoking opposition on the way ; 
He is full of disquietude for calmness, full of intriguing for simplicity. 
Valorous with those who cannot fight, and humble to the brave : 
Where brotherly advice were good, this man rudely blameth, 
And on some small occasion, flattereth with coarse praise. 
The craven in a lion's skin hath ^omnfred bv his character for courage ; 
Sheep's clothing helped the wolf, till he slew bv his character for kind- 



For honesty hath many gains, and well the wise have known 

This will prosper to the end, and fill their house with gold. 

The phosphorus of cheatery will fade, and all its profit perish, 

While honesty, with glowing light, endureth as the moon. 

Yea, it would be wise in a world of tlisves, where cheating were a 

virtue, 
To dare the vice of honesty, if any would be rich. 
For that which by the laws of God is heightened into duty, 
Ever, in tKe practice of a man, will be seen both policy and privilege. 



OF SOCIETY. 231 

Thfink God, ye toilers for your bread, in that, daily labouring-, 

He hath suflered the bubbles of self-interest to float upon the stream of 

duty : 
For h3a35iy, of every kind, approved by God and ram, 
Of wealth and better weal is Jbund the richest cornucopia. 
Tempered by humbleness and charity, honesty of speech hnth honour ; 
And mingled well with prudence, honesty of purpose hath its praise : 
Trust paveth homage unto truth, rewarding honesty of action : 
And all men love to lean on him, who never failed nor fainted. 
Freedom gloweth in his eyes, and nobleness of nature at his heart, 
And ludensn lence took a crown and fixed it on his head : 
So, he stood in his intregrity, just and firm of purpose, 
Aiding many, fearing none, a spectacle to angels, and to men : 
Yea, — when the shattered globe shall rock in the throes of dissolution, 
Still, will he stand in hii integrity, sublime — an honest man. 



OF SOCIETY. 

Better is the mass of m^on, Suspicion, than thy fears 

Kinder than thy thought^, O chilling heart of Prudence, 

Purer than thy judgments, ascetic tongue of censure. 

In all things worthier to love, if not also wiser to esteem. 

Yea, let the moralist condemn, there be large extenuations of his verdict, 

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure, the most are rather loveabk 

than hateful. 
How many pleasant faces shed their light on every side ! 
How many angels unawares have crossed thy casual way ! 
How often, in thy journeyings, hast thou made thee instant friends, 
Foimd, to be loved a little while, and lost, to meet no more ; 
Friends of happy reminisr.ence, although so transient in th3ir converse, 
Liberal, cheerful, and sincere, a crowd of kindly traits. 
I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much people, 
But never yet could find the spot unsunned by human kindness : 
Some more and some less, — but, truly, all can claim a little ; 
And a man may travel through the world, and saw it thick with Irisni"* 

ships. 



232 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

There be indeed, to say it in all sorrow, bad apostate souls, 
Deserted of their ministering angels, and given up to liberty of sin, — 
And other some, the miserly and mean, whose eyes are keen and greedy, 
With stony hearts, and iron lists, to filch, and scrape, and clutch, — 
And others yet again, the coarse in mind, seliish, sensual, brutish, 
Seeming as incapaljle of softer thoughts, and dead to better deeds ; 
Such, no lover of the good, no follower of the generous and gentle. 
Can nearer grow to love, than may consist with jiity. 
Few verily are these among the mass, and cast in fouler moulds, 
Few and poor in friends, and well-deserving of their poverty : 
Yet, or ever thou hast harshly judged, and linked their presence to disgust, 
Consider well the thousand things that made them all they are. 
Thou liast not thought upon the causes, ranged in consecutive necessity. 
Which tended long to these eftects, with sure constraining power. 
For each of those unlovely ones, if thou couldst hear his story, 
Hath much to urge of just excuse, at least as men count justice : 
Foolish education, thwarted opportunities, natural propensities un- 
checked, — 
Thus were they discouraged from all good, and pampered in their evil : 
And if thou wilt apprehend them well, tenderly looking on temptations, 
Bearing the base indulgently, and liberally dealing with the froward, 
Thou shalt discern a few fair fruits even upon trees so withered, 
Thou shalt understand how some may praise, and some be found to love 
them. 

Nevertheless for these, my counsel is, Avoid them if thou canst ; 

For the finer edges of thy virtues will be dulled by attrition with their 

vice. 
And there is an enemy within thee ; either to palliate their sin, 
Until, for surface sweetness, thou too art drawn adown the vortex ; 
Or, even unto fatal pride, to glorify thy purity by contrast, 
Until the publicum and the harlot stand nearer heaven than tlio Pharisee : 
Or daily strife against their ill, in subtleness may irritate thy soul, 
And in that struggle thou shalt fail, even through infirmity of goodness ; 
Or, callous by continuance of injuries, thou v;ilt cease to pardon. 
Cease to feel, and cease to care, a cold case-hardened man. 
Beware of their exajuple, — and thine own; beware the hazards of the 

battle ; 
But chiefly be thou ware of this, an unforgiving spirit. 



OF SOCIETY. 233 

Many are the dangers and temptations compassing a bad man's presence : 
The upas hath a poisonous shade, and who would slumber there ? 
Wherefore, avoid them if thou canst ; only, under providence and duty, 
If thy lot be cast Vv'ith Kedar, patiently and silently live to their rebuke. 

How beautiful ihy feet, and fall of grace thy coming, 

O better, kind companion, that art well for either world ! 

There is an atmosphere of happiness floating round that man. 

Love is throned upon his heait, and light is found within his dwelling, 

His eyes are rayed with peacefulness, and wisdom waiteth on his tongue ; 

Seek him out, cherish him well, walking in the halo of his influence ; 

For he shall be fragrance to thy soul, as a garden of sweet lilies, 

Hedged and apart from the outer world, an island of the blest among the seas. 

There is an outer world, and there is an inner centre ; 
And many varying rings concentric round the self: 
For, first, about a man, — after his communion with heaven, — 
Is found the helpmate even as himself, the wife of his vows and his affec- 
tions : 
See then that ye love in faith, scorning petty jealousies. 
For Satan spoileth too much love, by souring it with doubts ; 
See that intimacy die not to indiflTerence, nor anxiety sink into moroseness, 
And tend ye well the mutual minds bound in a copartnership for life. 

Next of those concentric circles, radiating widely in circumference, 

Wheel in wheel, and world in world, — come the band of children : 

A tender nest of soft young hearts, each to be separately studied, 

A curious eager flock of minds, to be severally tamed and tutored. 

And a man, blest with thege, hath made his own society. 

He is independent of the world, hanging on liis friends more loosely : 

For the little faces round his hearth are friends enow for him, 

If he seek others, it is for the sake of these, and less for his own pleasure. 

What companionship so sweet, yea, who can teach so well 

As these pure budding intellects, and bright unsullied hearts ? 

What voice so musical as tlieirs. what visions of elegance so comely. 

What thoughts and hopes and holy prayers, can others cause like these ? 

If ye count society for pastime, — what happier recreation than a nursling, 

Its winning ways, its prattling tongue, its innocence and mirth ? 

If ye count society for good, — how fair a field is here. 

To guide these souls to God, and multiply thyself for heaven ! 



234 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

And this sweet social commerce with thy children, groweth as then 

growth, 
Unless thou fail of duty, or have weaned them by thine absence. 
Keep thsm near thee, rear them well, guide, correct, instruct them : 
And be the playmate of their gam3s, the judge in their complainings. 
So shall the maiden anl the youth love thee as their sympathizing friend, 
And bring their joys to share with thee, their sorrows for consoling : 
Yea, their inmost hopes shaJI yearn to thee for counsel, 
They will not hide their very loves if thou hast won their trust ; 
But, even as man and woman, shall they gladly seek their father, 
Feeling yet as children feel, though void of fear in honour : 
And tliou shalt be a Nestor in the camp, the just and good old man, 
Hearty still, though full of years, and held the friend of all ; 
No secret shall be kept from thee ; for if ill, thy wisdom may repair it ; 
If well, thy praise is precious ; and they would not miss that prize. 
O the blessing of a home, where old and young mix kindly. 
The young unawed, the old unchilled, in unreserved communion ! 

that refuge from the world, when a stricken son or daughter 
May seek, with confidence of love, a father's hearth and heart ! 

Sure of a welcome, though others cast them out ; of kindness, though 

men scorn them ; 
And finding there the last to blame, the earliest to commend. 
Come unto me, my son, if sin shall have tempted thee astray, 

1 will not chide thee like the rest, but help thee to return ; 
Come unto me, my son, if men rebuke and mock thee, 
There always shall be one to bless, — for I am on thy side ! 

Alas, — and bitter is their loss, the parents and tlie children, 
Who, loving up and down the world, liavc missed each other's friendship. 
Haply, it liad grown of careless life, for years go swiftly by ; 
Or sprang of too much carefulness, that drank u.i all the streams: 
Haply, sullen disappointment came and quenched the fire; 
Haply, sternness or misrule, crushed or warped the feelings. 
Then, ill-combined in tempers, they learnt not each the other ; 
The growing child grew out uf love, and drew the breath of fear ; 
The )''outh ill-trained renounced his fears, and made a league with cun- 
ning ; 
And so those hardened men were foes, tliat should have been chief friends. 
Where was the cause, tlie mutual cause ! O hunt it out to kill it : 



OF SOCIETY. 235 

And what the cure, the simple cure ? — A mutual fla?h of love. 

For dull estrangemsnt's daily air froze up those sympathies 

By cold co:jtinuance in apathy, or cutting winds of censure ; 

It was a slow process, which any fleeting hour could have melted ; 

But eveiy hourdiily came and passed without the sun. 

Caution, care, and dry dastrust, obscured each other's mind, 

Till both those gardens rich to yield, were rank with many weeds : 

And do:.l)t, a hidJen worm, gnawed at the root of their Society, 

They lacked of mutual confidence, and lived in mutual dread. 

Judge me, many falJi?rs ; and hearken to my counsel, many sons ; 

I come with good in either hand, to reconcile contentions : 

For better friends can no man have, than those whom (xod hath given, 

And he that hath despised the gift, thoight ill of that he knew not. 

Be ye wiser, — (I speak unto the sons) — and win paternal friendships, 

Cultivate their kindness, seek them out with honour, and be the screening 

Japheth to their iailings : 
And be ye wiser, — (I speak unto the fathers.) — gain those filial comrades, 
Cherish their reasonable converse, and look not witli coldness on your 

children. 
For the friendship of a child is the brightest gem set upon the circlet of 

Society, 
A jewel worth a world of pains, — a jewel seldom seen. 

The third cycle on the waters, another of those rings upon the onyx, 

A further definite broad zone, holdeth kith and kin ; 

A motley band of many tribes, and under various banners ; 

The intimate and strangers, the known and loved, or only seen for loath- 
ing : 

Some, dear for their deserts, shall honour and have honour of relation- 
ship, 

Some, dei-pising duties, will add to it both burden and disgrace. 

A man's nearest kin are oftentimes far other than his dearest, 

Yet in tlie season of affliction those will haste to help him. • 

For, note thou this, the providence of God hath bound up families to- 
gether, 

To mutual aid and patient trial ; yea, those ties are strong. 

Friends are ever deurer in thy wealth, but relations to bo trusted in thy 
need, 

For these are God's appointed way, and those tlie choice of man. 



236 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

There is lower warmth in the kin, but smaller truth in friends, 
The latter show more surftice, and the first have n.ore of depth. 
Relations rally to the rescue, even in estrangement and neglect, 
Where friends will have thd at tliy defe-at. even after j)romises and kind- 
ness. 
For friends come and go, the whim that bound may loose them, 
But none can dissever a relationship, and Fate hatJi tied the knot. 

Wide, and edged with shadowy bounds, a distant boulevard to the city, 

The common crowd of social life is buzzling round about ; 

That is as the outer court, with all defences levelled, 

Ranged around a man's own fortress, and his father's house. 

For many friends go in and out, and praise thee, finding pasture, 

And some are honey-comb to-day, who turn to gall to-moiTow : 

And many a gaiTulous acquaintance with frequent visit 

Will spend his leisure to thy cost, selling dullness dearly : 

For the idle call is a heavy tax, where time is counted gold, 

And even in the day of relaxation, haply he may spare his presence, — 

He found himself alone, and came to talk, — till they that hoar are tired ; 

Let the man bethink him of an errand, that his face be not unwelcome. 

But many friends there be, botPi well and wisely greeted, 

Gladly are they hailed upon the hills, and are chidden that they come so 

seklom. 
Of such are the early recollections, schoolfriendships that have thriven to 

gray hairs, 
And veteran men are young once more, and tilk of boyish pranks ; 
And such, yet. older on the list, are those who loved thy falher, 
Thy father's friend, and thine, who tendereth thee tried love : 
Such also, many gentle hearts, whom thou hast known too lately, 
Hastening now to learn their worth, and chary of those minutes ; 
And such thy faithful pastor, coming to thy home with peace, — 
Greg^ the good man heartily, — and bid thy children bless him ! 

Many thoughts, many thoughts, — who can catch them all ? 

The best are ever swiftest-winged, the duller lag behind ; 

For behold, in tliese vast themes, my mind is as a forest of the West, 

And flocking pigeons come in clouds, and bend the groaning branches; 

Here for a rest, then off and away, — they have sped to other climes, 



OF SOLITUDE. 237 

And leave me to my ptace cnce more, a holiday from thoughts. 
I dare not lure them back, for the mighty subject cf Society 
Would tempt to many a hackneyed note in many a weary key : 
Sage warmings, stout advice, experiences ever to be learned. 
The foolish floatiness of vanity, and solemn trumperies of pride, — 
Economy, the poor man's mint, — extravagance, the rich man's pitfall, 
Hai-mful copings with the better, and empty-headed apings of the worse, 
Circumstance and custom, sympathies, antipathies, diverse kinds of con- 
versation. 
Vapid pleasures, the wearines of gayety, the strife and bustle of the world, 
Home comforts, the miseries of style, the cobweb lines of etiquette, 
The hollowness of courtesies, and substance of deceits, — idleness, business, 

and pastime, — 
The multitude of matters to be done, the when, and where, and how, 
And varying shades of characters, to do, undo, or miss them, — 
All these, and many more alike, thick converging fancio:^. 
Flit in throngs about my theme, as honey-bees at even to their hive. 
Find an end, or m.ake one ; these seeds are dragon's teeth : 
Sown thouglits grow to things, and fill that field, the world ; 
Many wise liave gone before, and used the sickle well : 
Who can find a corner now, where none have bound the sheaves ? 
So, other some may reap : 1 do but glean and gather : 
My sorry handful hath been culled after the ripe harvest of Society. 



OF SOLITUDE. 

Who hath known his brother, — or found him in his freedom unrestrained ? 
Even he whose hidden glance hath watched his deepest Solitude. 
For we walk the world in domino, putting on characters and habits, 
And wear a social Janus-mask, while others stand around : 
I speak not of the hypocrite, nor dre^im of meant deceptions. 
But of that quick unconscious change, whereof the best know most. 
For mind hath its influence on mind ; and no man is free but when alone ; 
Yea, let a dog be watching thee, its eye will tend to thy restraint. 
Self-possession cannot be so perfect, with another intellect beside thee ; 
It is not as a natural result, but rather the educated produce. 



238 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Th3 presence of a second spirit must control thine own, 

And throw it off its equipoise of peace, to balance by an effort 

The common minds of common men know of this but little ; 

What then ? they know nothing of themsel*. es : I speak to those who know ; 

The consciousness that some are hearing, cometh as a care, 

The sense that some are watching near, bindeth thee to caution ; 

And the tree of tender nerves shrinketh as a touched mimosa. 

Drooping like a plant in drought, with half its strength decayed. 

There are antipathies warning from the many, and sympathies drawing to 

the some. 
But merchant-minds have crushed the first, and cannot feel the latter : 
Whereas to tlie quickened apprehension of a keen and spiritual intellect. 
Antipathies are galling, and sympathies oppress, and solitude is quiet. 

He that dwelleth mainly by himself, heedeth most of others, 

But they that live in crowds, think chiefly of themselves. 

There is indsed a selfish seeming, where the anchorite liveth alone. 

But probe his thoughts, — they travel far, dreaming for ever of the world : 

And there is an apparent generosity when a man mixeth freely with his 

fellows, 
But prove his mind, by day and night, his thoughts are all of self: 
The world, inciting him to pleasures, or relentlessly provoking him to toil, 
Is full of anxious rivals, each with a difference of interest ; 
So must he plan and practice for himself, even as his own best friend ; 
And the gay soul of dissipation never had a thought unselfish. 
The hermit standeth out of strife, abiding in a contemplative calmness ; 
What shall he contemplate, — himself? a meagre theme for musing: 
He hath cast oft' follies, and kept aloof from cares ; a man of simple wants. 
God and the soul, these are his excuse, a just excuse, for .solitude : 
But he earned with him to his cell the half-dead feelings of humanity; 
There were they rested and refreshed ; and he yearned once more on men. 

Where is the wise, or the learned, or the good, that sought not solitude 

for thinking. 
And from seclusion's secret vale brought forth his precious fruits ? — 
Forests of Aricia, your deep shade mellowed Numa's wisdom; 
Peaceful gardens of Vaucluse, ye nourished Petrarch's love ; 
Solitude made a Cincinnatus, ripening the hero and the patriot, 
And taught De Stael self-knowledge, even in the damp Bastile ; (**) 



OF SOLITUDE. 239 

Ii fostcrrd the piety of Jerome, matured the labours of Augustine, 

An;i gave imperial Charles religion for ambition : 

That which Scipio praised, that which Alfred practised, 

Which tired Demosthenes to eloquence, and fed the mind of Milton, 

Which quickened zeal, nurtured genius, found out the secret things ot 

science, 
Helped repentance, shamed folly, and comforted the good with peace, 
By all men just and wise, by all things pure and perfect, 
How truly. Solitude, art thou the fostering nurse of greatness ! 

Enough ; — the theme is vast ; sear me these necks of Hydra : 

What shall drive away the thoug'its flocking to this carcass ? 

Yea, — that all which man may think, hath long been said of Solitude ; 

For many wise have proved and preached its evils and its good. 

I cannot add, — I will not steal ; enough, for all is spoken : 

Yet heed thou these for practice and discernment among men. 

There are pompous talkers, solemn, oracular, and dull: 

Track them from society to solitude ; and there ye find them fools. 

Tiiere are light-hearted jesters, taking up with company for pastime ; 

How speed they when alone ? — serious, wise, and tlioughtful. 

And wherefore ? both are actors, saving when in solitude. 

There they live their truest life, and all things show sincere : 

But the fool, by pomposity of speech, .striveth to be counted wise. 

And the wise, for holiday and pleasance, playeth with the fool's best bauble; 

The solemn seemer, as a rule, will be found more ignorant and shallow 

Than those who laugh both loud and long, content to hide their knowledge. 

For thee ; seek thou Solitude, but neither in excess, nor morosely ; 

Seek her for her precious things, and not of thine ovv^n pride. 

For there, separate from a cro\\-d, the still small voice will talk with thee. 

Truth's whisper, heard and echoed by responding conscience ; 

There, shalt thou gather up the ravelled skeins of feeling. 

And mend the nets of usefulness, and rest awhile for duties ; 

There, shalt thou hive thy lore, and eat the fruits of study, 

For Solitude delighteth well to feed on many thoughts ; 

There, as thou sittest peaceful, communing with fancy, 

The precious poetry of life shall gild its leaden cares ; 

There, as thou walkest by the sea, beneath the gentle stars. 



240 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

Many kindling seeds of good will sprout v/ithin thy soul ; 

Thou shalt weep in Solitude, — thou shalt pray in Solitude, 

Thoj shalt sing for joy of heart, and praise tlie grace of Solitude. 

Pass on, pass on ! — for this is the path of Wisdom : 

God make thee prosper on the way : I leave thee well with Solitude. 



THE END. 

Every beginning is shrouded in a mist, those vague ideas beyond. 
And the traveller setteth on his journey, oppressed with many thoughts, 
Balancing his hopes and fears, and looking for some order in the chaos, 
Some secret path teiween the cliffs, that seem to bar his way : 
So, he commenceth at a clue, unravelling its tangled skein. 
And boldly spendeth on to thread the labyrinth before him. 
Then as he gropeth in the darkness, light is attendant on liis steps, 
He walketh straight in fervent faith, and difficulties vanish at his presence ; 
The ver}' flashing of his sv/ord scattereth those shadowy foes ; 
Confident and sanguine of success, he goeth forth conquering and to con- 
quer. 

Every middle is burdened with a weariness, — to have to go as far again, — 

And Diligence is sick at heart, and Enterprise foot-soro : 

That which began in zeal, bursting as a fresh-dug spring, 

Goeth on doggedly in toil, and hath no help of nature : 

Then, is need of moral might, to wrestle with the animal reaction. 

Still to fight, with few men left, and still, though faint, pursuing. 

The middle is a marshy flat, whereon the wheels go heavily, 

With clouds of doubt above, and ruts of discouragement below : 

Press on, sturdy traveller, yet a league, and yet a league ! 

While every step is binding wings on thy victorious feet. 

Every end is happiness, the glorious consummation of design, 
The {Xirils past the fears annulled, the journey at its close : 
And the traveller resteth in complacency, home-returned at last : 
Work done may claim its wages, tlie goal gained hath won its prize. 



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THE END. 241 

While the labour lasted, while the race was running, 
Many times the sinews ached, and half refused the struggle ; 
But now, all is quietness, a pleasant hour given to repose ; 
Calmnass in the retrospect of good, and calmness in the prospect of a bless- 
ing. 
Hope was glad in the beginning, and fear was sad midway, 
But sweet fruition cometh in the end, a harvest safe and sure. 
That which is, can never not have been : fact's are solid as the pyramids : 
A thing done is written in the rock, yea, with a pen of iron. 
Uncertainty no more can scare, the proof is seen complete, 
Nor accident render unaccomplished, for the deed is finished. 
Thus the end shall crown the work, with grace, grace, unto the topstone, 
And the work shall triumph in its crown, with peace, peace, unto the 
builder. 

I have written, as other some of old, in quaint and meaning phrase, 

Of many things for either world, a crowd ci facts and fancies : 

And v^ill ye judge me, men of mind ?--Judge in kindly calmness ; 

For bitter words of haste or hate ho^e often been repented. 

Deep dreaming upon surface rea-i'ing ; imagery crowded over argument ; 

Order less considered in the pj altitude of thoughts ; this witnessing is just. 

Scripture gave the holier -^Aemes, the well-turned words and wisdom ; 

While Fancy on her .cn^allow's wing skimmed those deeper waters. 

And wilt thou say ^'ith shrewdness, — He hath burnished up old truths, 

But where he seemed to fashion new, the novelty was false ? 

Alas, for u^ in these last days, our elders reaped the harvest ; 

Alas, fp' all men in all times, who glean so many tares ! 

Ths<: which is true, how should it be new ? for time is old in years : 

That which is new, how should it be true ? for I am young in wisdom. 

Nevertheless, I have spoken at my best, according to the mercies given me, 

Of high, and deep, and famous things, of Evil, or of Good. ('^) 

I have told of Errors near akin to Truth, and wholesomes linked with 

poison ; 
Of subtle Uses in the humblest, and the deep-laid plots of Pride : 
I have praised Wisdom, comforted thy Hope, and proved to thee the folly 

of complainings ; 
Hinted at the hazard of an influence, and turned thee from the terrors ot 

Ambition. 



2421, PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

1 nave shown thee thy captivity to Law ; yet bade thee liide Humilities ; 
I have lifted the curtains of Memory ; and smoothed the soft pillow of 

Rest. 
Experience had his sober hour ; and Character it^ keen appreciation ; 
And holy Anger stood sublime, where Hatred fell condemned. 
Prayer spake the mind of God, even in his own good words ; 
And Zeal, with kindness warmly mixt, allied him to Discretion. 
I taught thee that nothing is a Trifle, even to the laugh of Recreation : 
I led thee with the Train of Religion, to be dazzled at the name of the 

Triune. 
Thought confessed his unseen fears ; and Speech declared his triumphs ; 
I sang the blessedness of books ; and commended the prudence of a letter ; 
Riches found their room, either unto honour — or despising ; 
Inventions took their lower place, for all things come of God. 
I scorned Ridicule ; nor would humble me for Praise ; for I had gained 

Self-knowledge ; 
And pleaded fervently for Brutag, who suffer for man's sin. 
Then, I rose to Friendship ; and t«thed in all the tenderness of Love ; 
Knew the purity of Marriage : and biassed the face of Children. 
And whereas by petulance or pride, I haiL haply said some evil, 
Mine after-thought was Tolerance, to bear t"i.o faults of all : 
Many faults, ill to hear, bred the theme of Sorro-v ; 
Many virtues, dear to see. induced the gush of Joy. 

Thus, for a while, as leaving thee in joy, was I loth to breaV that spell ; 

I roamed to other things and thoughts, and fashioned other booVs. 

But in a season of reflection, after many days, 

A thought stood before me in its garment of the past, — and lo, a legion 

with it ! 
They came in thronging bands, — I could not fight nor fly them, — 
And so they took me to their tent, the prisoner of thoughts. 

Then, I bade thee greet me well, and heed my cheerful counsels ; 
For every day we have a Friend, who changeth not with time. 
Gladly did I speak of my commission, for I felt it graven on my heart, 
And could not hold my wiser peace, but magnified mine office. 
Mystery had left her echoes in my mind, and I discoursed her secret : 
Aiid thence I turned aside to Man, and judged him for his Gifts. 
Beauty, noble thesis, hod a world of sweets to sing of, 



THE END. S43 

And dated all her praise from God, tlie birthday of the soul. 
Thence grew Fame ; and Flattery came hke Agag ; ' * 
But this was as the nauseous dregs of that inspiring cup : 
Forth from Flattery sprang in opposition harsh and dull Neglect : 
And kind Contentment's gentle face to smile away the sadness. 
Life, all buoyancy and light, and Death, that sullen silence, 
Sped the soul to Immortality, the final home of man. 
Then, in metaphysical review, passed a triple troop. 
Swift Ideas, sounding Names, and heavily armed Things ; 
Faith spake of her achievements even among men her brethren j 
And Honesty, with open mouth, would vindicate himself : 
The retrospect of social life had many truths to tell of, 
And then I left thee to thy Solitude, learning there of Wisdom. 

Friend and scholar, lover of the right, mine equal kind companion, — 
I prize indeed thy favour, and these sympathies are dear : 
Still, if thy heart be little with me, wot thou well, my brother, 
I canvass not the smile of praise, nor dread the frowns of censure. 
Through many themes in many thoughts, have we held sweet converse ; 
But God alone be praised for minu : nc cnly is sufficient. 
And every thought in every theme by prayer had been established : 
Who then should fear the face of man, when God hath answered 

prayer ? 
I speak it not in arrogance of heart, but humbly, as of justice, 
I think it not in vanity of soul, but tenderly, for gratitude, — 
God hath blessed my mind, and taught it many truths ; 
And I have echoed some to thee, in weakness, yet Sncerely : 
Yea, though ignorance and error shall have marred those lessons of His 

teaching, 
I stand in mine ovni Master's praise, or fall to His reproof. 
If thou lovest, help me with thy blessing ; if otherwise, mine shall be for 

thee ; 
If tliou approvest, heed my words : if otherwise, in kindness be my teacher. 
Many mingled thoughts for self have warped my better aim, 
Many motives tempted still, to toil for pride or praise : 
Alas, I have loved pride and praise, like others worse or worthier ; 
But hate and fear them now, as snakes that fasten on my hand : 
Scsevola burnt both hand and crime : but Paul flung the viper on the 

fire: 



244 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

He shook it off, and felt no harm : so be it !-I renounce them. 
Rebuke then, if thou wilt rebuke,-but neither hastily nor harshly ; 
Or, if thou wilt commend, be it honestly, of right; I work for God and 
good. 



TEA OB. 



NOTES. 

(SECOND SERIES.) 

C) ''Hunt with Aureng-zehe,'" cf-c. Page 130. 
The great Mogul ; who reigned in the seventeenth century ; and was fa- 
mous, amongst other things, for having all but exterminated wild beasts from 
the region of Hindoostan : he effected this by surrounding the whole country 
with his army, and then drawing to a focus with the animals in the centre. 
Somerville, in the end of Book II. of the Chase, gives a spirited account of that 
mighty hunting : 

" Now the loud trumpet sounds a charge. The shouts 
Of eager hosts, through all the circling line. 
And the wild bowlings of the beasts within 
Rend wide the welkin : flights of arrows, winged 
With death, and javelins launched from every arm. 
Gall sore the brutal bands, with many a wound 
Gored through and through." 

(2) Page 131. 
* Heraclitus, and Democritus, are severally known as tfie crying and laughing 
philosophers : they typify opposite kinds of seekers after wisdom : both being 
prejudiced by excess. Our age of the world seems to have fallen upon the 
latter, which, with a protest against abuse, is certainly the wiser of the two. 
" The house of mourning is better than the house of feasting," for this influence, 
along with others of more weight, viz., that it tends to a cheerful and calm 
reaction, rather than to feelings of dullness and satiety. A few lines further, 
" the luxury of Capuan holidays," alludes to Hannibal's fatal rest after the battle 
of Cannae. 

(3) Revelation xxi. 8. Page 132. 
" But the fearful, and the unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, 
and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their 
part in the lake that burneth with fire." 



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(*) "Deucalion flinging hack the psbble in his flight" cfc. Page 136. 
Descendunt ; velantque caput, tunicasque recingunt ; 
Et jussos lapides sua post vestigia mittunt. 
Saxa (quis hoc credat, nisi sit pro teste vetustas ?) 
Ponere duritiem coepere, suumque rigorem : &c. &.C. 
In-que brevi spatio, superorum munere, saxa 
Missa viri manibus faciem traxore virilem. 

Ovid Met. lib. i. 

(^) "Copan and Palenque," cf-c. Page 143. 
The remains of these ancient cities, buried in the forests of Central America, 
have been recently made known to our wonder in the entertaining travels of 
Mr. J. L. Stephens. A brief and apt quotation, to illustrate the line, occurs in 
vol. i. p. 103. " * * Some fragments with most elegant designs, and some 
in workmanship equal to the finestmonumentsof the Egyptians; one, displaced 
from its pedestal by enormous roots ; another locked in the close embrace of 
branches of trees, and almost lifted out of the «arth ; another, hurlt:d to the 
ground, and bound down by huge vines and creepers ; and one standing, with 
Its altar before it, in a grove of trees which grew around, seemingly to shade 
and shroud it, as a sacred thing in the solemn stillness of the woods, it seemed 
a divinity mournhig over a fallen people." 

(«) Page 161. 
Corinna, a Theban lady, was once adjudged to have overcome in verse her 
countryman, the deep-mouthed Pindar ; but she is credibly believed to have 
owed her success in a great measure to her beauty. Phryne, (not the too-cele- 
brated courtezan of Athens, but a Phryne of fairer fame,) is mentioned as hav- 
ing been accused, like Socrates, of impiety against heathenism, and like him 
condemned to die ; however, the fairer witness of truth was fortunate enough 
to escape martyrdom by unveiling her bosom to the judges, and thereby influ- 
encing their sentence. Quintilian, Orat. lib. ii. c. 15, has this passage to our 
purpose. " Et Phrynen * * * conspectu corporis, quod ilia, speciosissimum 
alioqui, diducta undaveret tunica, putant periculo liberatam." Athenseus, xiii. 
590, tells us that it was by the address and counsel of Hyperides, her advocate, 

that npoayaydiv avrfjv tt; rov^^avi;, Kal -Kepipfiri^ag tovs ^itdviokovs, yvjxvd re ra 

crlpva iToifiaas, he influenced the judges of the Areopagus to acquit her. " Ionian 
Myrrha " is a character finely drawn by Byron in his tragedy of Sardanapalus. 

(J) ''Some Nireus of the camp,'^ <^c. Page 163. 
Homer disposes very summarily of a personage who has nothing to recom- 
mend him but liis beauty. Nireus is mentioned only in one passage ot the 



NOTES. S47 

Iliad : lib. ii. fa'73. Nipcuc, o? K.iWtffroi dvfjfj, &,c. ; and it is significantly added, 
'AXA' d'Xurta^vdi invi an epiihei of double intention, powerless in troops, and im- 
becile in mind. 

C) 1 Esdras iv. 13, el seq. Page !65. 
Zorobabel holds argument before Darius, that " Woman is more powerful 
than wine or the king, but that Truth beareth off the victory from woman." 
He sets up beauty above ail jearthly things, v. 32, " O ye men, how can it be 
but women should be strong, seeing they do thus?" and it is small disparage- 
ment, that Truth should overcome her ; for " Great is truth, and mighty above 
all things." v. 41. 

(3) Ezekiel xxviil 12. Page 166. 
** Thou sealest up the sum," (otherwise to be rendered, " Thou art the stan- 
dard of measures,") "full of wisJom, and perfect in beauty." It is quite fair, 
and according to scriptural usage, (compare Hosea xi. 1, with Malt. ii. 15,) to 
lake such a passage as this out of its context, as primarily referable to a King 
of Tyrus, but in a higher sense applicable to the King of Heaven. 

('") Page 167. 
Eratostratus fired the temple of Diana at Ephesus, solely to make himself a 
name: the incendiary certainly succeeded, for he has come down to our times 
famous (if in no other way) at least for his criminal and foolish love of notoriety. 
Pythagoras induced the vulgar to believe in his supernatural qualification.'?, by 
immuring himself in a cavernous pit for months, whence returning with a 
ghastly aspect, he gave out that he had been a visiter in Hades. As forEmpe- 
docles, few cannot have heard, that he leaped into ^tna to make the world 
imagine that he had vanished from its surface as a god : unluckily, however, 
the volcano disgorged one of the philosopher's sandals, and proved at once the 
maimer of his death, and the quality of his mind ; ex pede Herculem. 

(' ») « Cccsar's wif>r Page 1 63. 
Pompeia, third wife of Julius Ceesar, and divorced from him, according to 
Plutarch, solely because " he would have the chastity of Caesar's wife free even 
from stospicion.* 

(•2) Page 170. 
Momus, a typification of the force of ridicule, was once counted among the 
hierarchs of heathen mythologj' : but, as he made game of every one, he never 
fpund a friend ; and when at length, in a gush of hypercriticism, he presumed 



248 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

to censure the peerless Mother of Beauty for awkwardness in walking, the en- 
raged celestials flung him from their sphere, and sent the fallen spirit down to 
men. 

C^) 1 Kings vii. 21. Page 184. 
" He set the pillars in the porch of the temple ; and he set up the right 
pillar, and called the name thereof Jachin [He shall establish] : and he set up 
the left pillar ; and called the name thereof Boaz [in it is strength] : and upon 
the top of the pillars was lily-work." * 

C^) Page 185. 
An application of the story of Curtius, (as given by Livy, lib. vii. 6,) who 
leaped into a gulf, in the forum, because the Auruspices had declared that it 
should never close until the most precious thing in Rome, " the strength of the 
city," had been flung into it. We are told that " equo, qukm poterat maximfe 
ornato, insidentem, armatum se in specum immisisse." 

('5) Page 186. 
To drink with the throat of Crassus, may well be thought to have passed 
into a proverb for inordinate lust of wealth : for Orodes the Parthian, having 
overthrown him in battle, cut off" his head, and then, to satirize the insatiable 
nature of his avarice, poured melted gold down his throat. The evil d'reams of 
Midas are as famous as his other well-earned punishments ; and we are told 
that he died, in consequence of taking too violent a remedy for delivering him- 
self from those nightly torments. 

('<') Page 194. 

Mr. Willis, in " Pencillings by the Way," vol. i. p. 115, gives a graphic 
account of the public burial-ground of Naples. * * * « There are three 
hundred and sixty-five pits in this place, one of v/hich is opened every day for 
the dead of the city. They are thrown in without shroud or coffin, and the 
pit sealed up at night for a year." * * " And thus are flung into this noir 
some pit, like beasts, the greater part of the population of this vast city, — the 
young and old, the vicious and the virtuous together, without the decency 
even of a rag to keep up the distinctions of life ! Can human beings thus be 
thrown away ] men like ourselves, women, children, like our sisters and bro^ 
thers 1 I never was so humiliated in my life as by this horrid spectacle. I did 
not think a man — a felon even, or a leper, — what you ^vill, that is guilty or 
debased, — I did not think any thing that had been human could be so recklessly 
abandoned. Pah ! It makes one sick at heart ! God grant I may never die 
at Naples !" 

Truly this would seem to spoil the proverb, Vedi Napoli, poi mori. 



NOTES. 249 

(''') Page 195. 
Sophocles lived to be nearly a hundred years old : and to typify the perpetua 
fame of tlieir " sweet Attic bee," the Athenians used to decorate his tomb wifi 
festoons of flowering ivy. 

('") Page 196. 
Mr. Catlin, in his interesting work on the North American tribes, vol. ii. f 
10, alludes to " the usual mode of the Omahas, of depositing their dead in th* 
crotches, and on the branches of trees, enveloped in skins," &c. 

('®) '■^Hemmed in by hostile foss, the irijler is busied on an epigram. 
Page 212. 

Even in matters temporal, a literal instance of this occurs in the history ol 
Frederick the Great of Prussia, who, during the mortal -struggles of the seve 
years' war, frequently occupied the eve before a battle in the studious compo 
eition of profane jests, and bad poetry. 

(2") ''Nine Homers,'' cf-c. Page 218. 

It is true that seven of these have so perished from memory, that we kno\. 
nothing of their works ; we only know they lived : an eighth, however, he of 
Hierapolis and one of the poetic Pleiades of the age of Philadelphus, is reported 
to have written no less than five-and-forty plays. 

Musaeus, a little lower down, is Virgil's tall prophet in the Elysian fields, 
mentioned JEn. vi. 667. 

" Musaeum ante omnes ; medium nam plurima turba 
Hunc habet, atque humeris extantem suspicit altis." 

C) ''Sons of Maitathias," <^c. Page 221. 
• John, Simon, Judas, Eleazar, and Jonathan, who liberated Israel from the 
domination of the Greeks, about B. c. 160 ; and who were known by the gene- 
ral name of the Maccabees, from the initial Hebrew letters of the first four 
words from Ex. xv. 11, being inscribed on their standard. 

(") "The word for both is one^' <^c. Page 225. 
TTtVrj?, a derivative from zcido/jai, will almost as readily bear the sense of 
obedience, as of persuasion, and of credence. I know not whether a similar 
latent sympathy may be thought to exist between our own old English word 
" faith," and the Norman '•' fait," factum, a deed : at any rate, the coincidence 
is worth a passing notice. 

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250 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

C) *^Ovid had been wise for winking" Page 229. 
The poet Ovid was exiled for life to the shores of the Black Sea for having 
seen, and indiscreetly divulged, some intrigue in the family of Augustus. He 
complains frequently o this hard lot ; for example, 

" Inscia quod crimen viderunt lumina plector, 
Peccatumque oculos est habuisse meum." 

But he might with greater justice have accused his tongue than his eyes. 

C*) Pag3 238. 

Madame de Stat5l somewhere uses these words : " To enjoy ourselves, we 
must seek solitude. It was in the Bastile that I first became acquainted with 
myself" 

Scipio is reported to have originated the popular sayings, " I am never less 
idle than when I have most leisure," and " I am never less alone than when 
alone." 

The Emperor Charles V., with the example of Dioclesian before him, re- 
signed his crown, and retired from the world to the monastery of St. Just, at 
Plazencia, in Spain : where, as Robertson says, " he buried in solitude and 
silence his grandeur and his ambition." 

(25) Page 241. 
It may be necessary to acquaint the reader that this section takes a retro- 
spective glance at my former series of subjects treated in the proverbial style : 
% brief recapitulation of the present series follows, finishing the work. 



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PROLOGUE. 

My heart presents her gift ; in turn, of theo 

I ask a little time, an idle hour, 
Kindly to spend with these my thoughts and me 

Wooing the fragrance of the Muses' bower ; 
Not without name or note, yet nameless now 

As one devoid of fame and skill and power, 

Bearing no charge upon mine argent shield, 
A candidate unknown with vizored brow, 

Full of young hopes I dare the tented field ! — 
Not so : — this is no time for measuring swords ; 

Thou art no craven though thy spirit yield. 
For yonder are fair looks and friendly words : 

Choose a more peaceful image : — here, reveal'a 
Shines a small sample of my golden hoards. 



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SLOTH. 

*A LITTLE more sbep, a little more slumber, 

A little more folding the hands to sleep," 
For quick-footed dreams, without order or number, 

Over my mind are beginning to creep, — 
Rare is the happiness thus to be raptured 

By your wild whispers, my Fanciful train, 
• And, like a linnet, be carelessly captured 

In the soft nets of my beautiful brain ! 

Touch not these curtains ! — your hand will be tearing 

Delicate tissues of thoughts and of things ; — 
Call me not ! — your cruel voice will be scaring 

Flocks of young visions on gossamer wings : 
Leave me, O leave me, — for in your rude presence 

Nothing of all my bright world can remain, — 
Thou art a blight to tliis garden of pleasance, 

Thou art a blot on my beautiful bram ! 

Cease your dull lecture on cares and employment. 

Let me forget awhile trouble and strife. 
Leave me to peace, — let me husband enjoyment, — 

This is the heart and the marrow of life ! 
Per to my feeling the choicest of pleasures 

Is to lie thus, without peril or pain. 
Lazily listening the musical measures 

Of the sweet voice in my beautiful brain ! 

Hush, — for the halo of calmness is spreading 

Ova- my spirit, as mild as a dove ; 
Hush, — for the angel of comfort is shedding 

Over my body his vial of love ; 
Hush, — for new slumbers are over me stealing, 

Thus would I court them again and again, 
Hush, — for my heart is intoxicate, — reeling 

In the swift waltz of my beautiful brain J 



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ACTIVITY. 



Open the casement, and up with the Sun ! 

His gallant journey is just begun ; 

Over the hills his chariot is roll'd, 

Banner'd with glorjy and burnish'd with gold, ■ 

Over the hills he comes sublime, 

Bridegroom of Earth, and brother of Time ! 

Day hath broken, joyous and fair ; 
Fragrant and fresh is the morning air, — 
Beauteous and bright those orient hues, 
Balmy and sweet these early dews ; 
O, there is health, and wealth, and bliss 
In dawning Nature's motherly kiss ! 

Lo, the wondering world awakes, 

With its rosy-tipp'd mountains and gleaming lakes, 

With its fields and cities, deserts and trees, 

Its calm old cliff's, and its sounding seas, 

In all their gratitude blessing HIM 

Who dwelleth between the Cherubim ! 

Break away boldly from Sleep's leaden chain ; 

Seek not to forge that fetter again ; 

Rather, with vigour and resolute nerve, 

Up, up, to bless man, and thy Master to serve, 

Thankful and hopeful, and happy to raise 

The offering of prayer, and the incense of praise ! 

Gird thee, and do thy watching well. 

Duty's Christian sentinel ! 

Sloth and Slumber never had part 

In the warrior's will, or the patriot's heart ; 

Soldier of God on an enemy'y shore ! 

Slumber and sloth thrall thee no more. 



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ADVENTURE. 



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How gladly would I wander through some strange and savage land, 

The lasso at my saddle bow, the rifle in my hand, 

A leash of gallant mastiffs bounding by my side, 

And for a friend to love, the noble horse on which I ride ! 

Alone, alone — yet not alone, for God is with me there. 
The tender hand of Providence shall guide me every where, 
While happy thoughts and holy hopes, as spirits calm and mild, 
Shall fan with their sweet wings the hermit-hunter of the wild ! 

Without a guide, — yet guided well, — young, buoyant, fresh and free, 
Without a road, — yet all the land a highway unto me, — 
Without a care, without a fear, without a grief or pain, 
Exultingly I thread the woods, or gallop o'er the plain ! 

Or, brushing througli the copse, from his leafy home I start 

The stately elk, or tusky boar, the bison, or the hart. 

And then, — with eager spur, lo scour away, away. 

Nor stop, — until my dogs have brought the glorious brute to bay. 

Or, if the gang of hungry wolves come yelling on my track, 
I make my ready rifle speak, and scare the cowards back ; 
Or, if the lurking leopard's eyes among the branches shine, 
A touch upon the trigger — and his spotted skin is mine ! 

And then the hunter's savoury fare at tranquil eventide, — 
The dappled deer I shot to-day upon the green hillside ; 
My feasted hounds are slumbering round beside the water-course, 
And plenty of sweet prairie-grass for thee, my noble horse. 

Hist ! hist ! I heard some prowler snarling in the wood ; 
I seized my knife and trusty gun, and face to face we stood ! 
The Grizzly Bear came rushing on, — and, as he rush'd, he f^ll I 
Hie at him, dogs ! my rifle has done its duty well I 



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THE SONG OF SIXTEEN. 257 

Hie at him, dogs ! one bullet cannot kill a foe so grim ; 
The God of battles nerve a man to grapple now with him, — 
And straight between his hugging arms I plunge my whetted knife, 
Ha — ha ! it splits his iron heart, and drinks the ruddy life ! 

Frantic he struggles — welling blood — the strife is almost o'er, — 
The shaggy monster, feebly panting, wallows in his gore, — 
Here, lap it hot, my gallant hounds, — the blood of foes is sweet ; 
Here, gild withal your dewlapp'd throats, and wash your brawny feet ! 

So shall we beard those tyrants in their dens another day. 

Nor tamely wait, with slavish fear, their coming in the way ; 

And pleasant thoughts of peace and home shall fill our dreams to-night, 

For lo, the God of battles has help'd us in the fight ! 



THE SONG OF SIXTEEN. 

Who shall guess what I may be ? 

Who can tell my fortune to me ? 

For, bravest and brightest that ever was sung 

May be — and shall be — ^the lot of the young ! 

Hope, with her prizes and victories won, 
Shines in the blaze of my morning sun. 
Conquering Hope, with golden ray, 
Blessing my landscape far away ; 

All my meadows and hills are green. 
And rippling waters glance between. — 
All my skies are rosy bright, 
Laughing in triumph at yester-night : 

My heart, my heart within me swells, 
Panting, and stirring its hundred wells ; — 
For youth is a noble seed, that springs 
Into the flower of heroes and kings ! 



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Rich in the present, though poor in the past, 
I yearn for the future, vague and vast : 
And lo ! what treasure of glorious things 
Giant Futurity sheds from his vv^ings : 

Pleasures are there, like dropping balms, 
And glory and honour M^ith chaplets and palms. 
And mind well at ease, and gladness, and health, 
A river of peace, and a mine of wealth ! 

Away with your counsels, and hinder me not, — 
On, on let me press to my brilliant lot ; 
Young and strong, and sanguine and free, 
How knowest thou what I may be ? 



FORTY. 

Ah, poor youth ! in pitiful truth, 
TJ)y pride must feel a fall, poor youth : 
What thou shalt be, well have I seen, — 
Thou shalt be only what others have been. 

Haply, within a few swift years, 
A mind bowed down with troubles and fears, 
The commonest druge of men and things, 
Instead of your — conquering heroes and kings. 

Haply, to follies an early v^rreck, — 

For the cloud of presumption is now like a speck, 

And with a whelming, sudden sweep, 

The storm of temptation roars over the deep ; 

Lower the sails of pride, rash youth, 
Stand to the lowly tiller of truth ; 
Quick I or your limber bark shall be 
The sport of the winds on a stormy sea, 



THE SONG OF SEVENTY. 259 

Care and peril in lieu of joy, — 

Guilt and dread may be thine, proud boy : 

Lo, thy mantling chalice of life 

Is foaming with sorrow, and sickness, and strife ; 

Cheated by pleasure, and sated with p^in, — 
Watching for honour, and watching in vain, — 
Aching in heart, and ailing in head. 
Wearily earning daily bread. 

—It is well. I discern a tear on thy cheek : 
It is well, — thou art humbled, and pilent, and meek : 
Now,— coi^rage again ! and, with peril to cope. 
Gird thee with vigour, and helm tliee with hope ! 

For life, good youth, hath never an ill 

Which hope cannot scatter, and faith cannot kill ; 

And stubborn rea-ities never shall bind 

The free-spreading wings of a cheerful mind. 



THE SONG OF SEVENTY. 

I AM not old, — ^I cannot ^e old. 

Though threescore years and ten 
Have wasted away, like a tale that is told, 

The lives of other men : 

I am not old ; though friends and foes 

Alike have gone to their graves, 
And left me alone to my joys or my woes, 
As a rock in the midst of the waves. 

I am not old, — I cannot be old. 

Though tottering, wrinkled and gray : 

Though my eyes are dim, and my marrow is cold, 
Call me not old to-tlay. 



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For early memories round me throng, 
Old times, and manners, and men, 

As I look behind on my journey so long, 
Of threescore miles and ten ; 

1 look behind, and am once more young, 

Buoyant, and brave, and bold. 
And my heart can sing, as of yore it sung, 

Before they called me old. 

I do not see her, — the old wife there — 

Shrivelled, and haggard, and gray, 
But I look on her blooming, and soft, and fair, 
As she was on her wedding day ! 

I do not see you, daughters and sons. 
In the likeness of women and men, 
But I kiss you now as I kissed you once, 
My fond little children then : 

And as my own grandson rides on my knee, 

Or plays with his hoop or kite, 
I can well recollect I was merry as he — 

The bright-eyed little wight ! 

'Tis not long since, — it cannot be long,— 

My years so soon werep spent. 
Since I was a boy, both straight and strong, 

Yet now am I feeble and bent. 

A dream, a dream, — it is all a dream ! 

A strange, sad dream, good sooth ; 
For old as I am, and old as I seem. 

My heart is full of youth : 

Eye hath not seen, tongue hath not told, 

And ear hath not heard it sung, 
How buoyant and bold, though it seem to grow old, 

Is the heart, for ever young ; 



NATURE'S NOBLEMAN. 261 

For ever young, — ^thou^ Ijfe's old age 

Ilath evnry nerve unstrung : 
The heart, the heart is a heritage 

That keeps the old man young ! 



NATURE'S NOBLEMAN. 

Away with false fashion, so calm and so chill, 

Where pleasure itself cannot please ; 
Away with cold breeding, that faitlilessly still 

Affects to be quite at its ease ; 
For the deepest in feeling is highest in rank, 

The freest is first in the band. 
And nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, 

Is a man with his heart in his hand ! 

Fearless in honesty, gentle yet just, 

Ke warmly can love, — and can hate, 
Nor will he bow down with his face in the dust 

To Fashion's intolerant state : 
For best in good breeding, and highest in rank, 

Though lowly or poor in the land, 
is nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, 

The man with his heart in his hand ! 

His fashion is passion, sincere and intense. 

His impulses, simple and true. 
Yet tempered by judgment, and taught by good sense^ 

And cordial with me, and with you : 
For the finest in manners, as highest in rank, 

It is you, man ! or you, man ! who stand 
Nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank,— 

A man with his heait in his hand ! 



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NEVER GIVE UP. 

Never give up ! it is wiser and better 

Always to hope, than once to despair ; 
Fling off the load of Doubt's cankering fetter, 

And break the dark spell of tyrannical care ^ 
Never give up ! or the burthen may sink you,— 

Providence kindly has mingled the cup. 
And in all trials or troubles, bethink you. 

The watchword of life must be, Never give isp f 

Never give up ! there are chances and changes 

Helping the hopeful, a hundred to one. 
And through the chaos High Wisdom arranges 

Ever success, — if you'll only hope on : 
Never give up ! for the wisest is boldest. 

Knowing that Providence mingles the cup, 
And of all maxims the best, as the oldest. 

Is the true watchword of Never give up ! 

Never give up ! — though the grape-shot may rattle. 

Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst, 
Stand like a rock, — and the storm or the battle 

Little shall harm you, though doing their worst : 
Never give up ! — if adversity presses. 

Providence wisely has mingled the cup, 
And the best counsel, in all your distresses, 

Is the stout watchword of Never give up ! 



THE SUN. 

BlamS not, ye million worshippers of gold- 
Modem idolaters — their works and ways, 

When Asia's children, in the times of old, 
Knelt to the sun, outpouring prayer and praise 



THE STARS. 263 

As to God's central throne : for when the blazs 
Of that grand eye is on me, and I stand 

Watching its majesty with painful gaze, 
I too could kneel among that Persian band, 

Had not the Architect of yon bright sphere 
Taught me Himself; bidding me look above, 

Beneath, around, and still to find Him — here ! 
King of the heart, dwelling in no fixt globe, 

But gladly throned within the spirit of love, 
Wearing that light ethereal as a robe. 



THE MOON. 

I KNOW thee not, O moon, — thou caverned realm, 

Sad satellite, a giant ash of death, 

Where cold, alternate, and the sulphurous breath 
Of ravaging volcanoes, overwhelm 
All chance of life like ours, — art thou not 

Some fallow world, after a reaping time 
Of creatures' judgment, resting in thy lot ? 
Or haplier must I take thee for the blot 

On God's fair firmament, the home of crime. 
The prison-house of sin, where damned souls 

Feed upon punishment ? — O thought sublime, 
That, amid Night's black deeds, when evil prowls 

Through the broad world, then, watching sinners well 

Glares over all the wakeful eye of— Hell ! 



THE STARS. 

1. 
Far-flamtng stars, ye sentinels of Space, 
Patient and silent ministers around 



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Your Queen, the moon, whose melancholy face 
Seems ever pale witli pity and grief profound 

For sinful Earth, — I, a poor groveller here, 
A captive eagle chain'd to this dull ground, 

Look up and love your light in hope and fear : 
Hope, that among your myriad host is one, 

A kingdom for my spirit, a bright place 
Where 1 shall reign when this short race is run, 
An heir of joy, and glory's mighty son ! 

Yet, while I hope, the fear will freeze my brain — 

What if indeed for worthless me remain 
No waiting sceptre, no predestined throne ? 



THE STARS. 

II. 
Hence, doubts of darkness ! I am not mine owii, 

But ransomed by the King of that bright host : 

In Him my just humility shall boast, 
And claim through Him that sceptre and that throne. 
Yes, world of light, — when by the booming sea 

At eve I loiter on this shingly coast. 
In seeming idleness, — I gaze on thee, 
(I know not which — but one,) fated to be 

My glorious heritage, my heavenly home, 
A temple and a paradise for me, 

Wlience my celestial form at wdll may roam 

To other worlds, unthought and unexplor'd, 
Whose atmosphere is bliss and liberty, 

The palaces and gardens of the Lord ! 



FORGIVE AND FORGET. 

When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall, 
Bubble up from the heart to the tongue, 



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And Meekness is writhing in torment and thrall, 

By the hands of Ingratitude wrung, — 
In the heat of injustice, unwept and unfair, 

While the anguish is festering yet, 
None, none but an angel, or God, can declare 

" I now can forgive and forget." 

But, if the bad spirit is chased from the heart, 

And the lips are in penitence steep'd. 
With the wrong so repented the wrath will depart, 

Though scorn on injustice were heaped ; 
For the best compensation is paid for all ill, 

When the cheek with contrition is wet, 
And every one feels it is possible still, 

At once to forgive and forget. 

To forget ? It is hard for a man with a mind, 

However his heart may forgive, 
To blot out all perils and dangers behind, 

And but for the future to live : 
Then how shall it be ? for at every turti 

Recollection the spirit will fret. 
And the ashes of injury smoulder and burn. 

Though we strive to forgive and forget. 

Oh, hearken ! my tongue shall the riddle unseal. 

And mind shall be partner with heart. 
While thee to thyself I bid conscience reveal, 

And show thee how evil thou art : 
Remember thy follies, thy sins, and — thy crimes. 

How vast is that infinite debt ! 
Yet Mercy hath seven by sevei^y times 

Been swift to forgive and forget ! 

Brood not on insults or injuries old, 

For thou art injurious too, — 
Count not their sum till tha total is told. 

For thou art unkind and untrue : 

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And if all thy harms are forgotten, forgiven, 

Now mercy with justice is m3t, 
Oh, who would not gladly take lessons of heaven, 

Nor learn to forgive and forget ? 

, Yes, yes ; let a man, when his enemy weeps, 

Be quick to receive hitn, a friend ; 
For thus on his head in kindness he heaps 

Hot coals, — to refine and amend ; 
And hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearn, 

As a nurse on her innocent pet. 
Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn, 

And whisper, Forgive and forget. 



"MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS.'* 

Eureka'! this is truth sublime, 
Defying change, outwrestling time— 
Eureka ! well that truth is told. 
Wisely spake the bard of old — 
Eureka ! there is peace and praise 
In this short and simple phrase, 
A sea of comforts, wide and deep. 
Wherein my conscious soul to steep, 
A hoard of happy-making wealth 
To doat on, miserly, by stealth. 
Through Time my reason's ripest fruit, 
For all eternity its root. 
Earth's harvest, and the seed of heaven, 
To me, to me, by mercy given ! 

Yes, eureka, — ^I have found it. 
And before the world will sound it ; 
This remains, and still shall stay 
When life's gauds have passed away, 



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This, of old my treasure-truth, 

The bosom joy that warm'd my youth, 

My happiness in manhood's prime. 

My triumph down the stream of time, 

Till death shall lull this heart in age, 

And deathless glory crown my page, 1 

My grace-bom truth and treasure this, — 

" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

Noble solace, true and strong, 
Great reward for human wrong. 
With an inward blessing still 
To compensate all earthly ill. 
To recompense for adverse fates, 
Woes, or wants, or scorns, or hates. 
To cherish, after man's neglect, 
Wlien foes deride, and friends suspect, 
To soothe and bless the spirit bow'd 
Down by the selfish and the proud. 
To lift the soul above this scene 
Of petty troubles trite and mean, 

there is mortal might in this, — 
" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

Carve it deep, with letters bold, 
In the imperishable gold, 
Grave it on some primal rock 
That hath stood the earthquake shock, 
Make that word a citizen 
Dwelling in the hearts of men, 
Sound it in the ears of age. 
Stamp it on the printed page. 
Gladden sympathizing youth 
With the soft music of this truth, 
This echoed note of heavenly bliss, 
" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

Ay, chide or scorn, — T will be proud, — • 1^^' 

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No serf is here to outward things, — 

He rules with chiefs ! he reigns with kings ! 

Tell out thy secret joys, my mind, 

Free and fearless as the wind, 

And pour the triumphs of the soul 

In words that like a river roll, 

Foaming on with vital force 

From their ever-gushing source. 

Fountains of truth, that overwhelm 

With swollen streams tliis royal realm, 

And in Nilotic richness steep 

My heart's Thebai'd, rank and deep ! 

Or bolder, as my thoughts inspire, 

Change that water into fire ! 

From the vext bowels of my soul 

Lava currents roar and roll, 

Bursting out in torrent wide 

Through my crater's ragged side, 

Rushing on from field to field, 

Till all with boiling stone is seal'd, 

And my hot thoughts, in language pent, 

Stand their own granite monument ! 

Yes ! all the elements are mine, 

To crush, create, dissolve, combine, — 

All mine, — the confidence is just. 

On God I ground my high-born trust 

To stand, when pole is rent from pole, 

Calm in my majesty of soul. 

Watching the throes of this wreck'd world, 

When from their tlirones the Alps are hurl'd, 

When fire consumes earth, sea, and air, 

To stand, unharm'd, undaunted there. 

And grateful still to boast in this, 

" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

Brother poet, dead so long. 
Heed these echoes to thy song, 
And love me now, where'er thou art, 
Yearning with magnetic heart 



MY MIND'S KINGDOM. ^ 

From thy throne in some bright sphere 

On this poor brother grovelling here ; 

For I, too, I can stoutly sing 

I am every inch a Idng ! 

A king of Thought, a Potentate 

Of glorious spiritual state, 

A king of Thought, a king of Mind, 

Realms unmapp'd and undefined, — 

A king ! beneath no man's control. 

Invested with a royal soul, 

Crown'd by God's imperial hand 

Before him as a king to stand, 

And by His wisdom train'd and taught 

To rule my realm as King of Thought. 

O thoughts, — how ill my fellow-men, 

thoughts, — how scanty my poor pen 
Can guess or tell the myriad host 
Wherewith you crowd my kingdom's coast ! 
For I am hemm'd and throng'd about 
With your triumphant rabble-rout, 
Hurried along by that mad flood, 

The joy-excited multitud 
A conqueror, borne upon the foam, 
Of his great people's gladness home, 
A monarch in his grandest state, 
On whom a thousand thousand wait ! 
Lo ! they come — my Tribes of Thought, 
Fierce and flush'd and fever-fraught ! 
From the horizon all around 

1 hear with pride their coming sound ; 
See ! their banners circling near, — 
Glittering groves of shield and spear, 
Flying clouds of troopers gay, 
Serried lines in dark array. 
Veterans calm with temper'd sword, 
And a dishevelled frantic horde, — 
On they come with furious force, 
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On they come, converging loud. 
With clanging arms, a glorious crowd 
Shouting inuwtient, tlerco and free, 
For me. tlieir Monarch, yea, for me ! 

Then, in my majesty and jxnver, 

I quell the madness of the hour. 

Bid that tumultuous turmoil cease. 

And frown my multitudes to peace. 

Each to his peril mid his post I 

All hush'd throughout my mighty host : 

Courage dear, and duty stem, — 

Heads that freeze and hearts that bum ; 

Marshalletl straight in onler due, 

Legions I pxiss in swift review, 

Bending to my blazonetl will, 

Ijopil to that stimdard still. 

And hailing me with homage then 

King of Thoughts — and thus, of Men ! 

What ? am I powerless to control 

Nations, by my single soul ? 

What ? ha^ e I not made thousands thrill 

By the mere impulse of my will, 

When the strong Thought goes forth, and binds 

Captive a ^^•andering hen! of minds ? 

And is not this to reign alone 

More than tlie emiine and the throne. 

The jewelled state, the gilded rooms. 

The mindless man in borrowed pliunes ? 

Yes, — if the inmate soul outweighs 

Its dull clay house in ^K)wer and praise : 

Yes, — if Eternity be true. 

And Time K^th false imd fleeting too. 

Then, humbler kings, my boast be this, 

" My mind to me a kingilom is." 

And what, though weak and slow of speech, 
HI to comfort, dull to teach ? 



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What, though hiding from the ken 
Of my small pryia;r fellow-men, — 
h'till within my muhing mind, 
Wisdom's secret stores I find, 
And, little noticed, sweetly feed 
On hidden manna, meat indeed, 
Blessed thoughts I never told 
Unconsidered, uncontroU'd, 
Rushing by as thick and fast 
As autumn leaves upon the blast: 
Or better, like the gracious rain 
Dropping on some thirsty plain. 
And is not this to be a king, 
To carry in my heart a spring 
Of ceaseless pleasures, deep and pure, 
Wealth cannot buy, nor power procure ? 
Yea, — by the poet's artless art. 
And the sweet searchings of his heart, 
By his unknown, unheeded bliss, 
" My mind to me a kingdom is." 

Place me on some desert shore 

Foot of man ne'er wandered o'er ; 

Lock me in a lonely cell 

Beneath some prison cit/idel ; 

Still, here or there, within I find 

My quiet kingdom of the Mind ; 

Nay. — mid the tempest fierce and dark. 

Float me on peril's frailest bark, 

My quenchless soul could sit and think 

And smile at danger's dizziest brink : 

And wherefore ? — God, my God, is Btill 

King of kings in good and ill ; 

And where He dwelleth — every wliere— 

Safety supreme and peace are there ; 

And where he reigneth — all around — 

Wisdom, and love, and power are found ; 

Aral reconciled to Him and bliss, 

" My mind to me a kingdom la." 



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Thus for my days ; each waking hour 
Grand with majesty and power, 
Every minute rich in treasure, 
Gems of peace, and pearls of pleasure. 
And for my nights — those wondrous nights ? 
How manifold my Mind's delights, 
When the young truant, gladly caught 
In its own labyrinths of thought, 
Finds there is another realm to range. 
The dynasties of Chance and Change. 
O dreams, — what know I not of dreams ? 
Their name, their very essence, seems 
A tender light, not dark nor clear, 
A sad sweet mystery wild and dear, 
A dull soft feeling unexplained, 
A lie half true, a truth half feigned : 
O dreams, — what know I not of dreams ? 
When Reason, with inebriate gleams, 
Looses from his wise control 
The prancing Fancies of the soul, 
And sober Judgment, slumbering still, 
Sets free Caprice to guide the Will. 
Within one night have I not spent 
Years of adventurous banishment, 
Strangely groping like the blind 
In the dark caverns of my mind ? 
Have I not dwelt, from eve till morn, 
Lifetimes in length for praise or scorn, 
With fancied joys, ideal woes. 
And all sensation's warmest glows, 
Wondrously thus expanding Life 
Through seeming scenes of peace or strife, 
Until I verily reign sublime, 
A great creative king of Time ? 

And there are people, things, and places, 
Usual themes, famiUar faces, 
A second life, that looks as real 
As this dull world's own unide^l, 



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Another life of dreams by night, 
That, still forgotten wanes in light, 
Yet seems itself to wake and sleep, 
And in that sleep dreams doubly deep, 
While those same dreams may dream anon, 
Tangled mazes wandering on ! 
Yes, I have often, weak and worn. 
Feebly waked at earliest mom, 
As a shipwreck'd sailor, tost 
By the wild waves on some rough coast, 
Of perils past remembering nought 
But some dim cataracts of thought, 
And only roused betimes to know 
That yesterday seems years ago ! 
And I can apprehend full well 
What old Pythagoras could tell 
Of other scenes, and other climes. 
And other Selfs in other times ; 
For, oft my consciousness has reel'd 
With scores of " Richards in the field," 
As, multiform, with no surprise, 
I see myself in other guise, 
And wonderless walk side by side 
With mine own soul, self-multipUed ! 
If it be royal then to reign 
Over an infinite domain, 
If it be more than monarch can 
To lengthen out the life of man. 
Yea, if a godlike thing it be 
To revel in ubiquity. 
Is there but empty boast in this, 
" My mind to me a kingdom is ?" 
— Peace, rash fool ; be proud no more. 
Count thy faults and follies o'er. 
Turn aside, and note within 
Thy secret charnel-house of Sin, 
Thy bitter heart, thy covetous mind. 
Evil thoughts, and words unkind : 
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Can so foul and mean a thing 

Reign a spiritual King ? 

Art thou not — yea thou, myself. 

In hope a slave to pride and pelf ? 

Art thou not, — ^yea, thou, my mind. 

Weak aiMi naked, poor and blind ? 

Yea. be humble ; yea, be still ; 

Meekly bow that rebel \M11 ; 

Seek not selfishly for praise ; 

Go more softly all thy days ; 

For to thee belongs no power. 

Wretched insect of an hour, — 

And if God in bounteous dole. 

Hath grafted life upon thy soul. 

Know thou, there is out of Him 

Nor light in mind, nor might in limb ; 

And, but for One, who frcMn the grave 

Oi sin and death stood forth to save. 

Thy mind, that royal mind of thine. 

So great, ambitious and di\-ine, 

Would but a root of anguish be, 

A madness and a misery, 

A Isltcr fiear, a hideous care 

AU too terrible to bear. 

Kingly, — but king of pains and woes. 

The sceptred slave to throbs and throes ! 

Justly then, my God, to thee. 
My royal soul shall bend the knee. 
My royal soul. Thy glorious breath. 
By Thee set free frwn guilt and death, 
Bptbre thy Majesty bow? down. 
Offering the homage of her crown. 
Well pleased to ang in better bliss, 
** Mj God to me a kingdom is." 



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TARRING GHURCH. 

Mother, — beneath fair Tarring's heavenward spire, 
Where in old years thy youthful vows were paid, 

When God had granted thee thy heart's desire, 
And she went forth a wife, who came a maid. 
With mindful steps thus wisely have we stray'd, 

Full of deep thoughts : for where that sacred fire 
Of Love was kindled, in the self-same spot, 
Thou, with the dear companion of thy lot. 

Thy helpmate all those years, mine honour'd sire, 
To-day have found fulfilled before your eyes 

The promise of old time ; — look round and see / 
Thy children's children ! lo, these babes arise, 

And call thee blessed : Blessed both be ye ! 

And in your blessing bless ye these, and me. 



SONNET; ON A BIRTH. 

At length, — a dreary length of many years, 

God's favour hath shone forth ! and blest thee well, 
O handmaid of the Lord, for all thy tears. 
For all thy prayers, and hope, and faith — and fears, 

With that best treasure of consummate joy 
A childless wife alone can fully tell 

How sorely long withheld — her first-bom boy : 
This blessing is from heav'n ; to heav'n once more, 

Another Hannah with her Samuel, 

Render thou back the talent yielding ten, 

A spirit, trained right early to adore, 

A heart to yearn upon its fellow-men, 
A being, meant and made for endless heaven, 
Tliis give to God ; this, God to thw hath given? 



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DUTY. 



Pearls before swine : this is an old complaint ; 

In very humbleness, and not in pride, 
The spirit feels it true ; yet makes a feint 

To rest with man's neglect well satisfied, 
And have its wealth of words, its stores of thought 

Despised or unregarded : woe betide 
The heart that lives on praise ! considering nought 
Of Duty's royal edicts, that command 

Thy talents to be lent, thy lamp to shine : 
Soul, be not faint ; nor, body, stay thy hand ; 

Heed only this, — not whether those be swine, 
But whether these be pearls, precious and pure ; 
^ That so, whatever fate the world make thine, 
With God for Judge, thy guerdon be secure. 



COUNSEL. 

FOR MUSIC. . 

There is a time for praising, 

And a better time for pray'r,— 
The heart its anthem raising, 

Or uttering its care : 
One minute is for smiling, 

And another for the tear, — 
Hope, by turns, beguiling. 

Or her haggard brother, Fear. 

But, if in joy thou praisest 

The generous Hand that gave, — 
And if in woe thou raisest 
The prayer that He may save ; 

Thy griefs shall seem all pleasure, 
As the chidings of a Friend, 

And thy joys ecstatic measure 
A beginning without end I 



BYEGONES. fm 

HOME. 

FOR MUSIC. 

I NEVER left the place that knew me, 

And may never know me more, 
Where the chords of kindness drew me, 

And have gladdened me of yore, 
But my secret soul has smarted 

With a feeling full of gloom 
For the days that are departed, 

And the place I call'd my Home. 

I am not of those who wander 

Unaffectioned here and there, 
But my heart must still be fonder 

Of my sites of joy or care ; 
And I point sad memory's finger 

(Though my faithless foot may roam) 
Where I've most been made to Unger 

In the place I call'd my Home. 

BYEGONES. 

FOR MUSIC. 

*' Let bycgones be byegones," — they foolislily say, 

And bid me be wise and forget them ; 
But old recollections are active to-day, 

And I can do nought but regret them ; 
Though the present be pleasant, all joyous and gay. 

And promising well for the morrow, 
I love to look back on the years past away, 

Embalming my byegones in sorrow. 

If the morning of life has a mantle of gray, 
Its noon will be blither and brighter, 



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If March has its storm, there is sunshine in May, 
And hght out of darkness is lighter : 

Thus the present is pleasant, a cheerful to-day, 
With a wiser, a soberer gladness. 

Because it is tinged witli the mellowing ray 
Of a yesterday's sunset of sadness. 



RULE, BRITANNIA! 

A STIRRING SONG FOR PATRIOTS, IN THE YEAR 
To the tone of '" Wha wouldiia fight for Charlie 1" 

Rise 1 ye gallant youth of Britain, 

Gather to your country's call, 
On your hearts her name is written, 

Rise to help her, one and all ! 
Cast away each feud and faction, 

Brood not over wrong nor ill, — 
Rouse your virtues into action, 

For we love our countrj'^ still, — 
Hail, Britannia I hail, Britannia ! 

Raise that thrilling shout once more ; 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule. Britannia ! 

Conqueror over sea and shore ! 

France is coming, full of bluster, 

Hot to wipe away her stain. 
Therefore, brotliers, here we muster 

Just to give it her again ! 
And if foemen, blind with fury, 

Dare to cross our ocean-gulf. 
Wait not then for judge nor jur}*, — 

Shoot them as you would a wolf! 



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For Britannia, just Britannia, 

Claims our chorus as before ; 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 

Conqueror over sea and shore. 

They may writhe, for we have galled them 

With our g-uns in every clime, — 
They may hate us, for we called them 

Serfs and subjects in old time ! 
Boasting Gaul, we calmly sconi you 

As old ..Esop's bull the frogs ; 
Come and welcome ! for, we warn you, 

We shall fling you to our dogs !* 
For Britannia, our Britannia, 

Thunders with a lion's roar ; 
Rule Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 

Conqueror over sea and shore. 

See, uprear'd our holy standard ! 

Crowd around it, gallant hearts ! 
What ! should Britain's fame be slandered 

As by fault on our parts ? 
Let the rabid Frenchman threaten, 

Let the mad invader come, 
We will hunt them out of Britain, 

Or can die for hearth and home ! 
For Britannia, dear Britannia, 

Wakes our chorus evermore — 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia I 

Conqueror over sea and shore. 

Rise then, patriots ! name endearing. 

Flock from Scotland's moors and dales, 
From the green, glad fields of Erin, 

From the mountain homes of Wales, — 
Rise ! for sister England calls you. 

Rise ! our common weal to serve. 
Rise ! while now the song enthralls you, 

Thrilling every vein and nerve, 



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Hail, Britannia ! hail, Britannia ! 

Conquer, as thou didst of yore ! 
Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 

Over every sea and shore. 



THE EMIGRANT SHIP. 

FOR MUSIC. 

Far away, far away, 
The emigrant ship must sail to-day : 

Cruel ship, — to look so gay 
Bearing the exiles far away. 

Sad and sore, sad and sore, 
Many a fond heart bleeds at the core, 

Cruel dread, — to meet no more, 
Bitter sorrow, sad and sore. 

Many years, many years 
At best will they battle with perils and fears ; 

Cruel pilot, — for he steers 
The exiles away for many years. 

Long ago, long ago I 
For the days that are gone their tears shall flow ; 

Cru^ hour, — to tear them so 
From all they cherished long ago. 

Fare ye well, fare ye well I 
To joy and to hope it sounds as a knell : 

Cruel tale it were to tell 
How the emigrant sighs farewell. 

Far away, far away ! 
Is there indeed no hope to-day .' 

Cruel and false it were to say 
There are no pleasures far away. 



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Far away, far away ! 
Every night and every day 

Kind and wise it were to pray, 
God be with them far away ! 



THE ASSURANCE OF HORACE. 

1 HAVE achieved a tower of fame 

More durable than gold, 
And loftier than the royal frame 

Of Pyramids of old, — 
Wliich none inclemencies of clime, 

Nor fiercest winds that blow. 
Nor endless change, nor lapse of time, 

Shall ever overthrow ! 

I cannot perish utterly : 

The brighter part of me 
Must live — and live— and never die, 

But baffle Death's decree ! 
For I shall always grow, and spread 

My new-blown honors still. 
Long as the priest and vestal tread 

The CapitoUan hill. 

I shall be sung, where thy rough waves, 

My native river, foam, — 
And where old Daunus scantly laves 

And rules his rustic home ; 
As chief and first 1 shall be sung, 

Though lowly, great in might 
To tune my country's heart and tongue. 

And tune them both aright. 

Thou then, my soul, assume thy state, 
And take tliine honors due : 



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Be proud, as thy deserts are great, — 
To thine own praise be true ! 

Thou too, celestial Muse, come down, 
And with kind haste prepare 

The laurel for a Delphic crown 
To weave thy poet's hair. 



THE ASSURANCE OF OVID 

Now have I done my work ! — which not Jove's ire 
Can make undone, nor sword, nor time, nor fire. 
Whene'er that day, whose only powers extend 
Against this body, my brief life shall end, 
Still in my better portion evermore 
Above the stars undying shall I soar ! 
My name shall never die : but through all time, 
Wherever Rome shall reach a conquered clime, 
There, in that people's tongue, shall this my page 
Be read and glorified from age to age ; — 
Yea, if the bodings of my spirit give 
True note of inspiration, I shall live ! 



POST-LETTERS. 

Lottery tickets every day, — 

And ever drawn a blank ! 
Yet none the less we pant and pray 

For prizes in that bank : 
Mom by mom, and week by week, 

They cheat us, or amuse. 
Whilst on we fondly hope, and seek 

Some stirring daily news. 



POST-LETTERS. 

The heedless postman on his path 

Is scattering joys and woes ; 
He bears the seeds of life and death, 

And drops them as he goes ! 
I never note him trudging near 

Upon his common track, 
But all my heart is hope, or fear, 

With visions bright, or black ! 

I hope — what hope I not ? — vague things 

Of wondrous possible good ; 
I dread — as vague imaginings, 

A very viper's brood : 
Fame's sunshine, fortune's golden dews 

May now be hovering o'er, — 
Or the pale shadow of ill news 

Be cowering at my door ! 

Mystery, master-key to life, 
Thou spring of every hour, 

1 love to wrestle in thy strife, 

And tempt thy perilous power ; 
I love to know that none can know 

What this day may bring forth, 
What bliss for me, for me what woe 

Is travailing in birth ! 

See, on my neighbour's threshold stands 

Yon careless common man, 
Bearing, perchance, in those coarse hands, 

My Being's altered plan ! 
My germs of pleasure, or of pain, 

Of trouble, or of peace, 
May there lie thick as drops of rain 

Distilled from Gideon's fleece ! 

Who knovveth ? may not loves be dead, — 
Or those we loved laid low, — 

Who knoweth ? may not wealth be fled, 
And all the w^rld my foe ? 



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Or who can tell if Fortune's hour 
(Which once on all doth shine) 

Be not within this morning's dower, 
A prosperous morn of mine ? 

Ah, cold Reality ! — in spite 

Of hopes, and endless chance, 
That bitter postman, ruthless wight, 

Has cheated poor Romance ; 
No letters ! O the dreary phrase : 

Another day forlorn : — 
And thus I wend upon my ways 

To watch another morn. 

Cease, babbler ! — ^let those doubtings cease : 

What ! should a son of heaven 
With the pure manna of his Peace 

Mix up his faithless leaven ? 
Not so ! — for in the hands of God, 

And in none earthly will, 
Abide alike my staff, and rod, 

My good, and seeming ill. 



SOCIETY. 

Alas, we do but act ; we are not free ; 

The presence of another is a chain 

My trammeled spirit strives to break, in vain 
How strangely different myself from me ! 

Thoughtful in solitude, serenely blest, 
Crown'd and enthroned in mental majesty. 
Equal to all things great, and daring all, 

I muse of mysteries, and am at rest ; 

But, in the midst, some dull intruded guest 
Topples me from my heights, holding in thrall 



TO AN INFANT. 285 

With his hard eye the traitor in my breast, 
That before humbler intellects is cow'd, 
Silently shrinking from the common crowd, 

And only with the highest self-possest. 



ON AN INFANT.* 

Look on this babe ; and let thy pride take heed, 
Thy pride of manhood, intellect, or fame, 

That thou despise him not : for he indeed. 
And such as he, in spirit and heart the same, 

Are God's own children in that kingdom bright 
Where purity is praise, — and where before 
The Father's throne, triumphant evermore, 

The ministering angels, sons of light, 

Stand unreproved ; because they offer there^ 
Mix'd with the Mediator's hallowing prayer 

The innocence of babes in Christ hke tliis : 
O guardian Spirit, be my child thy care 

Lead hmi to God, obedience and bliss. 

To God, O fostering cherub, thine and his ! 

* William Knighton Tapper, the Author's second son. 



'2S6 A THOUSAND LINES. 



EPILOGUE. 

Aee there no sympathies, no loves between us ? 

Is my hope vain ? — I have not vext thee long, 
Nor lent thee thoughts from God and good that wean us, 

Nor given thee words that warp from right to wrong : 

And if, at times, my too trinmphant song 
Hath seem'd self-praise, — doth it indeed demean us 
That when a man feels hotly at his heart 

The quick spontaneous fire of thoughts and words, 
He will not play the hypocrite's ill part. 

Flinging aside the meed his Mind affords ? 

No ! with all gratitude and humbleness 
I claim mine own ; nor can affect to scorn 
A gift, of my Creator's goodness bom 

Which is my grace and gloiT to possess. 



OPINIONS OF THE PRESS. 



THE LIFE OF SILAS WRIGHT. 

BY JOHN S. JENKINS. 



From the Buffalo Daily Courier. 

The Life of Silas Wiught, with an Appendix, containing a selection 
from his Sprechea in the Sfnate, and- hi^ Adriress before the State Ag* 
ricuitural Society. Alden & Markham, Puhii-shers, Auburn. 

This work is by John S. Jenkins, author of the " History of Political 
Parties in the State of New-York," " Life of Andrew Jackson,'' olc, etc. 
It is got up in very excellent style, and is embellished with an accurate 
life-like Portrait. The author seems to have been impressed with a juat 
•ense of the character and noble qualitie.s of the illustrious Statesman, and 
gives us the assurance that "not a single word has been wntten with even 
the hope of furthering the views of any class, or faction or party; but sim- 
ply and solely to present a complete and impavlial life of one of the ablest 
— by many regarded as the ablest — Statesmen that New-York ever pro- 
duced." fie traces the career of Mr. Wright from his earliest appear- 
ance in public life — in the capacity of Village Magistrate, Senator of the 
Stale, Representative in Congress, Complrollef , Senator of the United 
States, and Governor of New- York, and pays the highest possible tribute 
to his memory, by recounting, faithfully, the invaluable services he rendered 
to his country in the stations to which he was called. 



From the Daily Globe. 
A biography of so great and good a man as Silas Wnght should be in 
the possession of every Amsrican reader, and constitute a portion of every 
library in the country. Mr. Jenkins has well performed what seems to 
have been to him a labor of love. He appears to be well acquainted with 
his subject, to have possessed ample sources of infuripation, and has given 
to the public an impartial history of one of the ablest statesmen that New- 
York has ever produced, together with a short I ut comprehensive political 
history of the State and Nation for the last twenty-five- years. The speeches 
and a/idr.^sses of Mr. Wright, contained in the Appendix, are well selected, 
and the subjects discussed in them of great importance. 



Life of Silas Wright. 



From the Cayuga New Era. 

The entei'prising publishers of this work have caused it to be stereo- 
typed, and are issuing a very large edition. With the Appendix it contains 
about fuur hundred pages, and has a very excellent likeness of Mr. Wright. 

The subject of this work is of peculiar interest to the people of the Un- 
ion at this time, and will be read with deep feeling. Embracing in a con- 
densed form, but with considerable minuteness, all the prominent events in 
the life of this distinguished man, and written in an impressive style, it 
•will attract unusual attention, and be read without distinction of party by 
all who admire the talents and virtues and eminent public services of one 
of the ablest men that this country baa produced. 



From the Genesee Evangelist. 
We have received from the publishers, Messrs. Alden & Markham, a 
copy of their fine edition of Silas Wright. It is got up in a style of print 
and binding worthy the enterprise. No man, perhaps, in the nation, at the 
time of his death, was regarded higher in the estimation of his party than 
the subject of this memoir; and no man enjoyed a brighter pi-ospect of a 
triumphant political career. His fiigh and commanding talents secure<l 
his honorable distinction. As might be expected, his life, by Jenkins, is 
having a wide and popular run. 



From the Havanna Republican. 

This is a well written book, containing as it does a full history of the 
great American statesman. It is perfectly intelligible to every reader, and 
contains a beautiful and striking likeness on steel of the patriot and sage. 
This is a work too that should be in the possession of every lover of his 
country, so that he may feel a pride in looking upon the life and acts of one 
of the greatest statesmen of the Union. It gives a br^ef history of the an- 
cestors of the "Cato of America," his birth, and many interesting sketches 
of him in his younger days; his first entrance in the political arena, and 
his steady advancement in the people's favor until he was placed by them 
to fill the most important stations in our State and National councils ; his 
fearlessness in debate, kindness of head and heart, are here found recorded, 
tiot painted in glowing colors, but in that plainness and simplicity which 
ever characterizes the writings of the author, who has a name of no mean 
pretensions. 

It is Sidd that shortly after Mr. Wright took up his residence at Canton, 
St. Lawrence county, which was in 1819, he was elected Justice of the 
Peace, and while acting in that capacity, instead of encouraging litigation, 



Life of Silas Wright. 



he in all cases denounced it, and spent more time restoring harmony be- 
tween his neighbors than attending to his official duties. The poorest nor 
humblest citizen never asked his valuable advice in vain; it was freely given 
without fee or reward, and many now remark with feelings of revei-ence, 
that his kind counsels have had a great tendency to save them fi"om penury 
and want. He was kind, frank, and generous; prompt to relieve distress, 
and ready to sympathize with the afflicted. 

The book also contains the last article from the pen of Governor Wright 
the Address delivered before the State Agricultural Fair, which was r"ad 
by Senator Dix, and preceded by beautifully touching remarks on the sud-« 
den and untimely death of the writer, by that gentleman. It co^tpans Mr. 
W.'s views on tlie most important questions agitated before the American 
people : the Wilmot Proviso, the new Tariff law, together with V^.s speeches 
in the United Slates Senate on the Removal of the Deposits fiom the old 
United States Bank by President Jackson ; on Mr. Clay's resvjlutions im- 
peaching President Jackson ; on the Tariff. &c. In fact, it is a cheap and 
comprehensive work of the life of the model statesman and philanthropist, 
sage and patriot — Silas Wnght. 

We have been induced to say this much in justice to the work and the 
man, independent of his political sentiments. The book is now offered for 
sale to subscribers and others nt the low price of one dollar. It compri- 
ses some 378 pages, printed and bound in superb stjle. 



From the Lockport Daily Courier. 

M3ssr3. Alden & Markhvn, of Auburn, have just issued from the press 
the Life of Hon. Silas Wright, in a book of about 400 pages, accompanied 
with a mast truthful likeness of the distinguished Statesman. 

The mechanical execution of the work does great credit to the publish- 
ers, and so far as we have had leisure to examine its contents, we believe 
the biographer has executed his task with much candor and impartiality. 
As the work is published by subscription, we presume it will not be on sale 
at the bookstores. 



From the Jefferson Democrat. 
The Life of Silas Wright, by J. S. Jenkins, has been published in hand- 
some quarto form by Alden & Markham, Auburn. In addition to a de- 
tailed account of the political history of our lamented statesman, it con- 
tains also, some of the most ju'ominent of his speeches. It is written in 
an unassuming, though effective manner, and by one who gives evidence 
that he did not wait until death had disclosed them, to discover the merits 



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of tliis "victim to faction." Not only shoul.i every one who lays any 
claims to the character of a politician provide himself with this work, on 
account of its correct history of our Slate politics for the 1 ist twenty-four 
years, but all who respect such talents, united with such virtue and integ- 
rity of character, preserved as they were under the most trying circum- 
stances. Every father of a family, who wishes to point his sons to a fit 
exefhplar, every young man, who, uniting ambition with honesty of purpose, 
desires to know how the two can become compatible an.l win success, 
should all obtain this work, and heed its great lesson. 



From the Albany Atlas. 

We have had the opportunity of perusing the p'-oof sheets of the forth- 
coming biography of Silas Wriirht, by John S. Jenkins, Esq., author of the 
Political Hi^toiy of New-York. 

We have wailed till the abatement of the press of matter on our columns 
should afford us the opportunity for noticing ?it length this work, and mak- 
ing extracts from it, to show its character and style. We have not yet 
found this opportunity, but we need not wait f »r it to say, that the work is 
one of great interest and ability. It is, in fact, a political history of the 
State during the life time and public career of Silas Wright, for which the 
previous works of the author " The Political History of New-York'' affords 
the material and plan. This instru "tive relation is given in an unostenta- 
tious style, with clearness and pi'ccision, with good sense and a becoming 
moderation of tone, and with an astute and lucid perception of the partitd 
motives, powers and influences as well as the more comprehensive princi- 
ples that control political results. The bioerraphy does no^ claim to be a 
narrative of the incidents of the private life of Silas Wright, nor a compila- 
tion of his public speeches and papers ; nor a compendium of his extensive 
correspondence. These we shall doubtless have from other sources. But 
it gives a lucid history of the politics in this State since the adoption of the 
Constitution of 1821 ; and the reader who has never before approached 
this subject will be surprised to find what order, consistency and meaning 
the apparently accidental mutations of politics assume under the hands of 
'a philosophical and dispassionate historian. 



From the Northern Christian Advocate. 
This is a work of three hundred and seventy-eight pages, got up in ad- 
mirable style, by our enterprising friends of the above firm, and ornamented 
witVi a very correct portrait of the late Govemor. The author well ob- 
serves in his preface, that this biography can be but little more than the po- 



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litical history of the State and Nation for the last twenty-five years ; for 
during that time Mr. Wriglit has occupied a position of eminenc*^ and in- 
fluence in the councils of both. No efforts have been spared to i-ender the 
work as complete ns p:)ssible, and wo doubt not the numerous admirers of 
Mr. Wright will find it all they can ask or desire, as u pohtical biography. 
The Life of Jackson and other works by the same author have been so 
favorably received by the public, that this volume will need no recommenda- 
tion from us. We believe the publishers have already put a fourth edition 
to pi-ess. 



PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 

BY MARTIN FARQ.UHAII TUPPER. 



Tupper's Proverbial Philosophy; a book of Thoughts and Argu- 
ments originally treated. Also, a Thousand Lines and other Poems, 
by Martim Faiiquhak Tupper, A. M. F. R. S. First and Second 
S.-:ries. Auburn; Aldex & Markham, 1847. 

The publishers deserve great credit for the exceedingly neat and well 
printed edition of this poj)ular work, which they have just put forth. Tlie 
" Proverbi-xl Philosophy" cannot be too widely disseminated — alike the 
companio"n of the lover of literature, the farmer and the mechanic, its 
strong practical wisdom, and attractive language procure for it a ready 
welcome from all classes. Upon the subjects of which it treats, each arti- 
cle is a brief and full compendium of nearly all such ideas as experience 
and reflection can suggest. We are aware that this is strong language. 
It is not generally known to how great an extent this work is an imitation 
of som3 specimens of Oriental Literature. We do not prize it so much for 
its originality or arguments, as for the accuracy of the assertions or coni^lu- 
sions which it presents. In th's respect we believe it to be one of the best 
works of modern times. It has also great poetical merit. 



History of Political Parties, 



HISTORY OF POLITICAL PARTIES 
IN NEW-YORK. 

BY JOHN S. JENKINS. 



From the Batavia Advocate. 



History of Political Parties in the State of New-York, from the 
aeknowlodgment of the Independence of the United States to the close 
of the Presidential Election in 1844, adapted to tlie use of Colleges, 
Academies, and Common Schools, by John S. Jenkins, author of the 
New Clerk's Assistant. A-uburn, N. Y. : Published by Alden & Mark- 
ham. 

The design and scope of tliis work are exliibited in the title page. We 
transcribe it, as a clearer index of the author's purpose than we can ex- 
press in the same number of lines. After a more careful examination, we 
recur again to this History, to state that our " pauser judgment" fully I'e- 
sponds to the first hasty commendation we bestowed on it. The subject 
is a noble and interesting one — a narrative of the hopes and struggles, the 
successes and reverses of the most gifted and eminent sons of New-York. 
Allowing much for the " cabined, cribbed, confined" compass within 
whose narrow circle the author's pen must traverse, we think he has dis- 
played tact, historical merit and industry, in the compilation of his work. 
The striking traits of each statesman, and the marked characteristics of 
each period arc well presented. Strange indeed if we did not occasional- 
ly note a description rather highly colored, sprinkled a little too profusely 
with " rose-water," and anon some worthy and able man shufHerl off with 
a few indifferent words, compressed into the smallest possible space. His 
descriptive adjectives are often quite too common ; selected from the 
worn-out phrases of country newspapers; such as " nble and fearless" ed- 
itors, " active and zealous" politicians, &c. But to the general impartial- 
ly of the compiler, and his fidelity to the undisputed records of the past, 
we can bear cheerful testimony. 

Politics, as distinguished from blind and rabid partizanship, must of ne- 
cessity occupy a portion of the time, and command some share of the sym- 
pathies of each of our citizens. We envy not the intelligence or the heart 
of that man who boasts that he takes no interest in the current politics, the 
govemtnent, or the destiny of his country. Such remarks may generally 



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be charged to the account of inordinate selfishness or gross stupidity. The 
recent declai-ation of President Polk, that " in this country the people are 
the only sovereigns," is but a repetition, in a new garb, of the abstract fact 
on which all our institutions rest, the equality of all classes of society. 
The great body of the community, therefore, are bound, as thinking men 
and patriots, to control and decide the political contests of the State and 
Nation. Until the masses awake to a true sense of theis rights, duties and 
dignity, a few energetic and practised politicians will continue as hereto- 
fore, virtually, to select the candidates for, and to give direction to, the 
sentiments and action of each of the political parties. 

The public men of the "great Empire Slate," (as 'Old Zack' writes it 
down,) have ever exerted a powerful influence upon the pohtics of the Re- 
public, impressing their individual character and opinions upon the history 
of their era. Every true Knickerbocker will gladly turn to a volume in 
which is summed up the grand detail of their lives and times, accompanied 
with well engraved portaits of the various State Governors, most of whose 
names are familiar, and endeared as household words. Valuable from the 
warnings and teachings it records, interesting from the brilliant, but often 
sad and chequered careers oT its leading statesmen, speaking from every 
page to all our local affections and attachments, the Political History of 
New-York must be full of attraction and profit. Here, in a single and 
very cheap volume, may be found a capital outline and digest of that His- 
tory. To the young people of both sexes we would especially commend 
it, as worthy a thorctugh perusal, and convenient for daily reference. To 
all who do not desire or feel able to purchase the comparatively expensive 
volumes of Mr. Hammond, this will be hailed as a great desideratum. 
At the hazard of being thought tedious, we have spoken at some length of 
this new Hi-^tory There is such an immense quantity of cheap (and foul, 
as cheap) trash being issued, even under the sanction of several great pub- 
lishing houses, that we are quite \yilling, now and then, to bestow our hum- 
ble " God speed" upon some solid production, possessing merit enough to 
hold its own among the " Books which are Books," and to be considered 
an addition to a " Library of choice reading." 



From the Buffalo Courier. 
This is a work designed for the use of Academies and Schools. The 
History of Parlies which have divided the people of this State, since the 
declaration of Independence, is important and interesting, and yet there 
are few — very few, indeed — who arc fully acquainted with it, to any con- 
siderable extent. It embraces moi^e or less of the history of the political 
events and transactions of the Union, as New-York has ever held a prom- 



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inent position, and her pablic men have been among the most influential in 
the General Government. To complete such a work with impartiality 
and strict justice to all, is no easy task. But so far as we have seen, Mr. 
Jenkins hiis kept clear from partizan prejudices, and the bias of opinions 
and sympathies. 

The History commences with the declaration of Independence, and is 
brought down to 1814, with portraits of all the Governors, except Gov. 
ernor Young, very excellently executed in lithograph. George Clinton 
stands at the commencement of the book, and the last is our present worthy 
Chief Magistral e, Silas Wright. 

Although we do not think it advisable to enter upon the study of parti- 
zan politics, past or pi'esent, in our schools and academies, yet this work 
would be a valual)le addition to the general and district libraries. As all 
must, more or less, be politicians, it is well that they have before them a 
true and authentic history of the parties which have heretofore existed in 
our State. 



From the Skaneateles Colombian. 

The importance of a proper understanding of Poliical History is very 
generally acknowledged, by persons of all shades of opinion. It is one of 
the best means of arriving at just conclusions upon questions of policy that 
may be undergoing discussion in our time, since no piinciple is always 
•wholly developed at one period. By looking back, we catch the light of 
the past — 'men are seen as they are — actions are viewed more impartially, 
and our judgments are less biased in their action by passion or prejudice. 
History has been well said to be philosophy teaching example, and the re- 
mark applies with peculiar force to Political History. 

Hence, it is gratifying to notice the publication of books like the above. 
Mr. Jenkins, though a young man, writes well and impartially, and his 
book is a valuable addition to the literaiy world. It is more condensed 
than Jud?e Hammond's work on the same subject, and consequently better 
adapted to the use of Schools and Colleges. It cannot fail to become a 
useful text book, and to be generally introduced into our institutions for 
primary education. 

Messrs. Alden & Markham, the Publishers, have perGn-med their part 
of the work well. It is got up with good taste — well bound, well printed 
on clear white paper, and is embellished with lithograph portraits of all the 
Governors since the Revolution. 



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From the Batavia Republican Advocate. 

Messrs. Alden & Markham, Publishers, of Auburn, introduce this work 
to the notice of the reading pubUc. It is dedicated to Mr. Hammond, to 
whose larger and more expensive work, ' personal information and kind ad- 
vice,' the author acknowledges himself much indebted. The History of 
the Political Parties, and of the leading minds of those Parties who have 
swayed the councils of this powerful and well nigh venerable State, I'e- 
cords many scenes and lessons of high import and ihriUing interest. A 
faithful and reasonably impartial nai-rative of the Statesmen of New-Yoi-k, 
and the various measures and movements with which they were identified, 
must possess peculiar value and attraction. This neat and substantial vol- 
ume is afforded at a price which will put it within the reach of the great 
mass of the people. No young man who desires to become versed in, and 
to be able to converse intelligently upon the political histoi'y of this State, 
ought to be without this book. It contains good engravings of George 
Clinton, John Jay, Moi'gan Lewis, Daniel D. Tompkins, De Witt Clinton, 
Joseph C. Yates, Enos T. Throop. Martin Van Buren, Wm. L. Marcy, 
Wm. H. Seward, Wm. C. Bouck, and Silas Wright. 



From the Auburn .Journal. 
From the examination we have bestowed upon this work, we believe it 
to be, generally, a faithful and impartial histoiy of the political parties of 
our State, and that its facts may be relied upon. It is, as it purports to 
be, rather a compendium of Mr. Hammond's book on the same subject, 
than an original work. But it possesses some advantages over that standard 
history, in being so mu h cheaper and more convenient, and in having an 
index to every subject treated of. A woi-k of this kind cannot but prove 
of value to every person who wishes to acquire an accurate knowledge of 
the politics and the public men of the Empire State. 



From the Cataravgus Repnblican. 
In consequence of an unusual press of business, we have for some weeks 
neglected to notice the above valuable book, but will do so now. Ham- 
mond's production of the same name, has acquired a thorough and wide- 
spread circulation, and has given a new lustre to the name of its honorable 
author. But, although it is, perhaps, just the book for men who desire to 
make politics their trade and occupation, yet we think a great share of its 
minutia needless to the private citizen, and moreover, that the more prom- 



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inent truths therein exhibited, would remain long in obscurity to the gen- 
eral reader, because of the multiplicity of minor matters, which must of 
necessity be encountered in arriving at them. Mr. Jenkins has succeeded 
in presenting the Political History of New-York with all the faithfulness 
and proprie.y of arransrement distinguishing the work of his predecessor, 
and has wisely omitted all needless detail. The result is, that while the 
work is not stripped of any of its interest, it is reduced more than one 
half in both price and size, and with these recommendations, we hope and 
trust it may meet with an extensive and ready sale. 



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